Once, you inspired a fire in my heartspace,
One that smelled of cedar trees and sandalwood
And felt like a thunderstorm.
This fire is not for you, not anymore.
I can no longer bear the weight of your memory and my own becoming,
So I must ask one to leave,
And I’m sure you understand
Which one must stay
So that I may rise up to become my own lover.
Yes, it’s true that once I sought refuge in your presence,
And then in your memory
And I held the weight of both our futures
In my soft palm
Which I held open for you
In trusting acceptance of our then-aligned paths.
I let gravity pull me down,
Down into your arms,
Cradled by the scent of certainty
And lulled into a solace born of devotion,
Devotion to an idea, a desire, an unmet longing.
And I composed sonnets to you in my
And now, my best poems
Are given to my own self
As I gently breathe life
Into these newly-forged passions,
Sparked into being by a lover that I once knew
But now only exists as a memory,
A memory that I softly blow away
Into the velvet darkness
Of the Wild that lives inside of me.