You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands
You’re a phosphoric, Promethean Man
That bends light to you
Clenched in your hands to
Mold like clay the silhouette and form
It’s not that I disdain the flame or the fierceness from which it storms
But I shift to mirage my glow
In folds of gold
And blackest smoke licking at the vision,
Blinding from the sides of that dark fission
Missing you nearly, blooming in ash
I could swell up from here a fire-birthed phoenix
That you put out again and fix
Pulling me apart just to put me back anew
To attempt to undo
My brooding force
Wildly torched
Singeing near the fantasy
Dreaming so to see between
And wound the vision, press till it’s bruised
Speckled in the phosphene bloom
But you’re holding me in place
Hands flexed to trace the figure
And the time of my arrival
A death and revival
I’ve been transforming inwardly
Secretly
Holding back a force that you cannot conquer
Or contort
I envision the world from a fatalist view
I swept up from Revelation a catalyst clue
To break the seventh seal
And kneel enraptured
A fire blazed ember released skyward
And then captured by you