Wiz, Bang, Boom!

Explosion Inside

I am guilty of having saught distraction from and for you.
If this sin will bear me my desired than I will gladly burn.
As I have attempted to understand how I must be
I have discovered that the attitude to follow cannot lose in the end.
For although I may intimately know loss as I raise you in embrace,
the prospect of how I must push away to let you come
leads me into the throws of life's wonderful arms
and all the things she offers of those who seek her out.
Although you may become her soon, she can wait for me without.
Your lips are not the same, for I have kissed them both.
Your bodies are not close, for I have intimately worshiped
yours in ways that no other could ever understand.
I am saddened by your illusion as sleep, even as I can smell
the most sudden fading bit of your scent escape my memory.
But I will never forgot your touch, your site, your heart.
She may wait and beckon me out into a strange land,
and we may follow her together or separately.
I am bursting with fire inside now, and you can only burn me brighter.
Just remember, that however we leave this point
and whatever direction we each choose to go...
she will always remind me of you.