Warmed by Her Sacrificial Flame
Warmed by Her Sacrificial Flame
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One shy bouquet in my trembling mortal hands,
late to the door of knowing,
while you had hidden a whole springbehind your ribs.
Between us burned the borders
we never chose:
borrowed names, inherited prayers,
and laws written by fear.
You loved in silence,
while I ran after passing colours,
afraid the truth would shatter my fragile mind.
I was behind bright butterflies,
deaf to the breathing fragrance of your nearness.
By the time I turned inward,
your love burned as sacrificial fire.
My petals fell to ash,
scenting the air with regret.
I stood alone,
warmed by your flames,
and chose, at last,
to burn with you...
- Sarath Meleveed