You; my love
the woman who stands
backlit in setting sun
slender and regal
wreathed in the elegance of your daring
whose silhouette stretches against windswept desert
in a drawn shadow that falls back
into the recesses of memory
how I now suddenly yearn for the past
how suddenly I yearn for the fire
incinerate everything that has transpired.
flames licking the erosion from our forms.
Restore us in brilliant light
this chasm between us—
more transcendent than desire
beyond tenacity and temerity
I would have battled demons
Razed empire.
Languished in chaos for a taste of your ambrosia
We have become hardened
Like female heroes, you inject into yourself
Where you have reigned among the divine
Your visage; like a deity
Your beauty; uncompared
just as you are
Slower since the accident, addicted as ever
Yet still my species
magnificent and visceral,
able to awaken at the
core
I feel the compulsion
To heal the damage of man
heal your mind and your memories; yourself and your being
on distant shores
I dream of you whole,
contemplative of the complete
I would have you—
Your strand woven into mine
proliferating into the future
conquering all of the dimensions that we are destined to reign.
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