Refraction.

Clovette XXV

Molten wax upon the carpet;
The candelabra weeps...
I suppose I would too,
If not for moments like this -
It unsettles me to be revered,
To be held tonight
For the sake of love, and love alone,
And yet I think I could get used to this;
To resting beside her,
To watching the rise and fall of her chest
With each slow breath,
Just pondering the wonder that we
Should both be alive, that we should meet.
I know that no man deserves her love,
But she has given it to me, and I dare not protest
Her decision any further;
I must trust her, her choices -
Each time I have tried to explain what I am,
The reasons I am not worthy of her,
She wept, then I crumbled under the notion
That I had brought those tears to her eyes.
I would rather break a thousand times over
Than have her shed tears once more,
And thus I am quiet,
Appeased by her presence;
The fact that she rests beside me.
The warmth of her breath
Upon the nape of my neck
Harbours this heart to this body,
This mind to this soul.
She awakens in me something primal -
Not only something sexual,
But something integral to my humanity;
Emotions as yet unfelt,
Unfamiliar and yet true -
A gospel read for the first time,
I lay here, and know that I have found
My truth.
My goddess, my angel,
I long to watch over her, to keep her from harm.
It is a startling realisation,
That I would die for her in this moment,
If she so asked.
It is beyond my comprehension
That I would continue living for her,
Even in spite of myself.
I don't know who it is
That I have become,
But I am somebody better,
Someone who has learned how to love.