Frederick IIIFrederick II by maning
Last night I dreamt about the open fire.
You laid yourself closer then, crooked and broken,
and the loud crackle of the fire drowned your truth.
The Honesty In Between.
Your face glowed violent orange,
and the darkness in your eyes was deeper
than the rest of you.
But your smile,
it came through for you.
Its bare omnipotence captivated me
all over again,
a place where I float on my stomach
feeling nothing at all.
Last night I danced for you once more.
Passion and grace retraced their footsteps
and consumed me whole.
we were one.
You moved your legs while I danced,
your mouth while I spoke.
Your breath kept me alive,
and I succumbed my very being to your pain.
But your eyes were never mine.
It searched for something else,
looking out for somewhere beyond me,
far far beyond me.
You left just behind the sunrise.
While I stayed longer
and watched your shadow grow longer into the horizon.
And though I fought hard
to swallow your name back into my soul,
I cried it ou