Saints and Sinners

You don't act like the others. You don't sound like the others. You don't look like a crack in the sky filled with lightning would startle you.

I see you like a reflection in a standing lake, crisp and translucent.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You draw me towards you like gravity pulls rain to the ground and I fall for you a million times. You promise clear skies and dewy mornings but I obsess over your grey clouds and swollen rivers.

I melt for you. I bow for you. I yield my soul for you.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You spark in the static before a storm. You turn questions into screams, and you throw away promises for bargains.

I promise you every smile, and you don't even have to give me one in return.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You could walk on water. You could turn my blood into wine, or paint my sky red, or melt my bones while they tremble within my body. Your touch could give or take life.

I think you know I would give you my life.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You push me away. You push everyone away. You are determined to stand alone, isolated by crashing waves and icy walls of your own construction.

I reach for you each time you turn away, but you never notice.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You walk the earth like a saint. You flatter and dazzle without revealing your sins and every step you take is a performance.

I see right through it. I see right through your reflection and I smile because no one else knows.

And yet, and yet, and yet...

You would never ask for help. You would never admit to being weak. You would never let someone see the way you cower from thunder.

I would never tell you that I see all this. I love you despite of and because of your power.

Neither of us are as innocent as we appear.