Understand

Could you watch my dreams as deconstruction jaws them savagely to torn rags before your eyes? Would you understand, intervene, gather them whole with tenacity, with love, with tender care? For I cannot dance alone in wooded glades beneath sheltering crushed black velvet skies. Nor can I scale life's precipice, bereft of footholds, my courage rendered evaporate, steam. I will not grasp the purpose, the meaning, if it is rendered crematoria, marshmallow and chocolate in naked flame. I will not be a man who flies upon the echo of dead thermals, for my sole support, companionship. Understand that you, your love, to me are all things, everything; that life without your presence would simply crash and burn...