Chiron

A concerned passion, becomes fervor, then rage.
He tries, unsuccessfully, to cover his wounds.

His heart dwells in loneliness known only to him
And he feigns a smile which has become habit.

Words and actions are not habitual, though
They speak from a soulful place, intended and meant.

Generous, compassionate, warm, and empathic,
His heart heals others more easily than it receives.

He deserves forgiveness, which can only come from within.
I pray that he can give and receive this, and be open to love again.

The Puppeteer

With Self planted firmly on the ground
His gorgeous body speaks a confidence
that needs no words or gestures.

From across the room he enters me
Igniting and Consuming at once
The pulse of my aliveness
And I fear I will die without him.

I am a puppet now,
Too willing to be pulled by the invisible strings
And by the power he wields while sleeping.

Robbed of my groundedness
And penetrated by a force I cannot withstand
I lose myself, my confidence, my power
And fear my pulse is the next to go.