Phoenix

Let this be our pyre

SoundCloud Recital: https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-ofarrell-869429586/record20181128230143


Not to remain in any shape,

removing the real flesh,

body,

actuality

of the warmth

of my exhaled breath.

Seeing to it

that

I cannot

and will not

now be confined

to a box

within another's life

like, let me see -

a fondly remembered

dead pet.



As you took

my breath away,

so do I

now.

You have provided well

and amply,

regularly,

assiduously,

dry material.

Tossed in from time

to time,

a spark,

even flame.

But how could it catch

a heart still ablaze?



I have unwillingly

and in a retardent fashion,

taken now little pieces

and so,

laterly,

unwittingly,

too long,

scraps.

And the chaff

of your intent;

chafing,

It rubs.

Heating yet cooling

in the reality of this,

half life,

I fatigue.

Like a light alloy metal,

half,

something else,

darkened and tarnished

love.



Now,

let this

be our pyre.

Let us willingly ignite all,

past, present, future,

in one last conjoined,

strong and resolved

breath,

that meets

and greets,

gladly.

The source,

the truth,

of this fire

is a last loving act.



Toss it all in,

in one moment,

consumed utterly,

rising smut be us.

Heaveward acension

and free to go which way

or that,

with the four winds,

embracing something

so much greater,

than the two,

as was.



Now,

as then;

Phoenix,

two wings strong,

acendent.