the winds of winter

the winds of winter screamed your name

it was one i’ve heard of
but that’s not the same

as the way you hinder
my heart at sight
of your whiskering movements
that spur my delight

i thought that i knew you
some episodes ago
in a digital minefield
of those i let go

for one moment i sat
manically insane
divulging obscenities
in the most dangerous game

when i returned to the present
sober as a mouse
i found i was still
the prey in your house

a predator like you
so rigid in their way
is sure to bring about
a bewitching dismay

but as the clouds stay gray
and the winds stay calling
your name still echoes
in all those befallen

as i trace my woes
to process past traumas
i realize you
are without armor

so if i should draw
my weapon to your skin as such
will you converge at impact
of destruction or lust

for when i look you in the eye
i hold my gaze and say
“it is you who are lovely
and i with no love”

so shake my hand
and get to know
my flaws as scars
and humor as heart

because when i first saw you
in your earthly humanity
my heart it crumbled
with all my sanity

i’ll let the winds of winter
whisk your body away
and drape me so fallibly
in the air of your benevolence

a warmth which pervades
the haze of your confessions
alongside these hopeless interactions
as if to refrain

the winds of winter screamed your name

and now it is i
who is not the same

with a face as sweet
as innocence was in youth
i’d wish to kiss
such soft lips as then

because you could never portray
a portrait of a man built despite his ways
so i’ll allow your errors to reframe my trust
with your truer self hidden from most

the winds of winter beg the question
is my heart ready to love again?
or has my mind grown weary of where i am
and you’re just the man to watch it happen

watch me break and self-implode
in the firmness of touch
forsaken and forgotten

in the sacred embodiment
of all i’ve been
i’ll reveal to you
what no lover has known