I am this, a heavy weight,
a solid sensible creature.
Despite my protestations,
wild exhibitions
and repeated claims to be
otherwise,
I am a structure of order
asking to be demolished.
These tight, wound-up
spools of dreams
woven in my soul-veins
long to be unraveled.
The silences want
to be shouted.
You are a tidal wave,
a forest fire, a lightning storm,
a comet surging
through and dislocating
constellations.
You want to be contained,
defined, despite your
blatant disregard of rules
and expectations.
You want to be captured,
your sharp serrated edges
defined, your slippery
love claimed, your
brutal truths
validated.
Come here, to me,
where I am,
everything with proper
places and timetables,
with my constructs and
philosophies to match
and engage your
wildnesses.
I have vast spaces where
you can burn,
embraced by high walls,
papered with
loud written words
and painted pictures,
riddles masquerading
as conversations,
a labyrinthine trap.
I hold frequent
parties of one.
You can crash in,
anytime. Please.
I want to be flooded
by your chaos.
Breach these
boundaries, burn through
these hardened defenses,
sweep me off my feet,
help me defy
my own gravity. I will
leap into your abyss.
I promise to
anchor you, afterward,
give you a safe berth
within the dragon-dwelled
country of my heart.
I will be your
North Star,
the constant of your soul.
You will be my
release.
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