You Are That Which



You are that which fuels my silent passions
Their blazing depths long thought extinguished burn in your wake

You are that which draws me to the wrong side of dangerous
The shadowed owl’s light of the hour leaves your breath upon my skin

You are that which holds the key and unlocks the portal to my soul
The rusted metal protests as the tumblers groan against their turning

You are that through which my voice now speaks
A voice that finds itself in the colloquy flowing from my pen

You are that which exists in the recesses of my introspective realm
Whispers of unspoken passions burn away like fog beneath the morning light

You are that which frequents the abstruseness of my darkest fantasies
Fingers fist through tangled hair; turn, and pull, and force exposure of your pulse

We have moved on, you and I, denying the ignition of forbidden desire
A smile, a thought, a word, a phrase; are only that which suffer your memory to me