She stepped into the wall of steam,
Allowing the shower to unmake her
From her neck to her ankles.

Never her head, never her feet.

Her head was an exploding star
Full of simultaneous destruction and creation.
Constantly making, unmaking, and remaking.
Impossible to unmake something while it's being made and unmade and remade.

It's all chaos and kairos.

Her feet cannot be allowed to be unmade.
Even in the sanctuary of sweet oblivion,
There are miles to go yet.

Chaos and Kairos. That's all there is.

The sun kissed your features,
As if its light knew no other home,
As if its illumination existed solely for you.
The sun bowed to you.

The wind rustled your hair,
Your jade eyes beamed with radiant youth.
Nothing chained us at that moment,
The world was the canvas for our brush.

Your long fingers intertwined with mine,
I turned your face to place a kiss there.
You had warmed my insides,
Taught me to command my own fate.

My words peep through
The veil of literature,
Like a cautious creature
With wary eyes.

My words, they swim,
Through these oceans of thought,
Darting swiftly with fear
That they might be preyed upon.

My words often fly through the sky,
Where creative feelings linger high,
But they hide among the clouds
So that they will not be grounded.

My words, I try to use them masterfully
So that I will not be quieted but rather heard.
Still, I must make sure I contribute my message,
No matter how I deliver it.

Part 1
It ails me here and torments me,
I am a prisoner of my own sin,
I have become the one I want nothing of,
And I must suffer my consequences without release,
I beg for mercy as I crumble numerous times,
But I know that nothing would come for something as worthless as me,
I can't feel anything but pain any longer,
I suffer from lack of communication,
I suffer from lack of purpose,
My soul has torn countless times,
There is no longer any hope,
I must find a way out

Part 2
I've walked miles through my own mind,
There is nothing here to salvage,
Everything of me is useless,
But there seems to be a voice so faint,
It's not in me but around me,
I hear it calling out for help,
With my life so low I feel attractions to this cry,
This wounded scream compels my being,
My soul is dragging me to the victim,
It is an angel with seared wings,
It is out of reach from me but it can see me,
She is lovely farther than any description I can give,
I cannot feel anything but pain any longer,
I ail for this angel and her safety,
I cannot reach her but she can hear me,
I have no experience with love but I feel it,
The scars on my soul seem scarce,
I have been given a blessing in hell,
She is my salvation and I shall risk my soul to be hers

We fell in love with the flames that crackled from within us,
Not understanding what we were delving into,
Nor what could happen as a result of our love.

We fell in love with the passion
That unfolded in front of us, so abstract and foreign
To our young minds.

We fell in love with each other and
Started making our way toward truly understanding
Real love in all of its glory.