The Heart Wants

I want to be angry with you. I want to look away. I want to un-know you. I concentrate sternly on sorrow that rides on the heavy shadows that shelter you. Your selfish castle of faulty armor burrows frown lines deep into my flesh. You swim in dirt and fear and it disgusts me. I am cognizant of your steadfast ignorance--an ignorance to the beauty within you--and it is hopeless. I am overwhelmed by the sadness of your existence, yet my empathy grows with your every sigh.

And when the moon is an infant crescent--a tiny sliver in the endless black sky--I see love shine like light from a falling star from the corners of your teary eyes. Your love engulfs my heart and takes me prisoner. Your words carry hope in disguise and I am challenged with inspiration to impress you. To love you. Actively. With forgiveness. Abandoned and helpless to the chemistry channeled by our consciousness, I am blinded by your filtered existence.

And with this, I undress and bathe humbly in the comfort of you.