You are my enemy

twisting and turning

In the dark blue parts of me.

making me say things, most

sacred, with time slipping

away and causing dread

in its lapsing place.

you grow through me;

more amazing with every

decisive inch. So sweet are

your dewy petals, blooming as

if tomorrow’s skies are

undoubtedly bright.

as if I had any other choice

when I first saw his storming soul

burn through his eyes.