i trusted you.
crisp, dewy blades
of carpet grass
crunching beneath my
thudding feet.
i trusted you.
morning light on my face,
warm and yellow as
the sunflower
you once gave.
i trusted you.
brisk little breeze
tugging gently at
the pale ribbon
on the package i clutch.
i trusted you.
your shadow falls across my path.
i trusted you.
i fling it at your feet
contemptuously.
your puzzled face
annoys me.
i trusted you.
harsh light spills through
the gaps between my fingers;
a sharp crack
leaves crimson anger on your cheek.
i trusted you.
pearls are for tears.
i snatch the ring off but
the prophesy
has been fulfilled.
brewing steadily
like a pot of chinese tea, the leaves
swirling slowly
as the rust-red tint
diffuses across the boiling water -
there is chemistry in thunderstorms too;
thunderstorms that smoulder
threateningly
but never quite seem to blow over.
if the lightning would only flash, a single
stark white streak
cracking the sky in two
momentarily
then disappearing
into the sheets of rain
and all the rage of generations
unleashed
in a bellow of frustration.
but now i see how you're too
blue, too grey, too
dull to care, and how
incapable you really are
of being the storm-god
they said you were.
the sky darkens.
i sit surreptitiously,
picking up vague radiations.
tossing infatuation aside, i hone in
on an unmistakable blue glow.
they bask in it, trapped
in a bubble of incandescent bliss.
instinctively aware of the undercurrent
hinting at something more, something - too much,
they push it to the backs of their minds, terrified.
but love is like energy.
it cannot be destroyed
no matter how hard
you try
to deny its existence.
i can sense it, feel it, know it, the way
others can see the sun's light and feel its warmth.
sparks fly from the instinctive friction of hearts
that recognise each other
and a steady, brisk fire ensues.
i watch them, knowing -
love takes courage.
a green light flashes.
someone presses the button on my side and
reads the report silently.