The Giving of Self
Stand alone with your pride
In the first angels light so your will divides
Brilliant displays of emotion
And wasted commotion
Pressed in hot breath and thoughtless desire
I am consumed by your fire.
At least this moment has depth
To be known by your hand and pasts regrets
Unlike others whose bodies fold
Under the weight of a love that’s cold.
Iron meets heat with desire and pain.
Together they form sun and rain.
But to be held in darkness alone
To be held without mercy or care
To be numb and expressionless in a world that’s unfair
Single shadows are all that’s there.
Copyright 2013 E.Perez