Modern Romanticism

Hold it out, as I have –
a heart forged from stone.
Your touch is brought into
seamless limelight,
while vague words are yours
to save yourself
what what’s destined to flower.

That heart has healed
like a broken bone, into distortion,
taking its dive, coming down
to sink into an endless ocean.

Your hands are upon it,
letting it be shrouded
in your dark. You’ll kiss its wounds,
still apparent, still highlighted.

What are you returning to?
Who are you letting in,
when sunsets are inevitable?
Where are you going to,
when answers are scaring you?

I’ve left that anchor upon your ship,
while I’ve skipped my heart over
to feel for your sunken throne.

You are a queen who’s come down,
surrendering to everything
that you are remembering.