My animal

In other worlds I have spent some days imagining you

aflame

and however bad I would burn, however long I would yearn, I would unfold darkest wings to comfort you,

in turn

For I am a beacon of light against the greyest of your bleakest days, forever hidden away by the blaze that is your flame

And yet mine hand through fire moves to carefully cradle you, to transmit a notion that love transcends an ocean, permits a fire to break if not only for a moment’s sake

but not even a second would go by in that immeasurable parcel of time when a heart beats of mine smashes through the lie

that you should never be touched by love,

my animal for you a dove.