Loneliness

The fire that lived in my pupil

That fed on the salt of my tears,

The taste of solitude in my tongue 

Where my flesh and limbs mattered

Even when the heavens melted upon,

I didn’t feel a trickle.

You are the flame that scars my heart 

Yet your fingers gently caress and heal

You flavour my soul with thunder

And bless me with fierce heat

Yet, I find you resting 

In the folds of a quiet ripple 

You watch me slip and falter

Like a music note in the air 

Yet catch me before I fall.

You crush and shatter me

Only to stick my fragments together again,

With silver dusts of courage.

You whisper in silence,

That my every atom was carefully picked

From the cosmic dust of the Universe

Inside every cell lies a stellar secret 

And you leave the keys in my palms

You run in the streaks that race on my palm

In the sickly sweet ichor of my veins

You are the gentle rhythm of my life,

Just you, and me.