The Flame of Our Name

Do come, my love, for I insist! Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable, It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul For in this time, I see the very worst of you, How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered, Crushing to prevail over its creators, The tentacles squirming in hollow defense, Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony How your beak ever pecks upon its prey, Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh Growing despite the damages you have made Come, my love, come! See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me… Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees For how I know, through your destructing ways, That together I will always make us be Come, my love, for I die, Heavy in the ecstasy of grief, See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze My eyes close—from those very eyes you came Descending to ascend, my love you crave Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat, You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name