This love’s a craving
a desire deeper than the fishes-
there is so much dark in me
and though I myself can always
see the light, the beacon,
it may not flash
so consistently for another
locked into my orbit.
I burn as brightly as the sun
yet when I meet another
hotter entity
I want
I cannot summon the will
to cool back
and let my grey tones shimmer.
Instead
I flash more violently,
I want to blow them up
with me
so that we can both burn
and crumble into embers.
I know there’s renewal,
resurrection
I’ve been a phoenix so many
times already,
but others don’t share my
conviction and regardless
it’s not healthy,
it’s not sustainable.
I search now for anchors
in my own self,
new winds and ways to
summon my phoenix powers
into new force and motion
so that they can lift
two souls up high and
submit to be held,
submit to hang and
fly;
submit to smoulder
on-wards.