Dear

Is it obvious that I love you?
Do I need to tell you again?
I want to. I miss you… hurt by what you’ve put me in.

It’s not your fault
neither hers
and still I wish
to erase the pain
erase your heart, your shame and one unforesaken reign

What would love do?
Does it matter?
What does God care if tears spill?
Does a flower care, if a farmer curses a heavy spring shower?

I am whole without you.
I am lost with you.
Your arms a fortress,
my heart a dragon breathing smoke
over glistening treasures
of passions, of dreams, a gift
untreasured, unvalued, unseen
powerful enough to eviscirate

armies of vulgar knights believed worthy of wealth beyond their wildest dreams

and still...

they are all dead…

but one man
facing the sun instead

gilded unreal
divine, depicted
threatening to shame the sun for an arrogance enshrined

The castle whispers, do you see him? Is he real? A ghost?
Surely, no man could endure the dragon’s thick nuclear smoke...

and still you’re there
are you there?
he kneels
he crawls
through bones
through brackish filth
eyes ablaze

in pursuit of his goal