Modern Romanticism

You've been exceptional,
drawn to the light
when others seek shelter,
bonding your form
to burning hope,
as others reach
for the rope.

I've been following
where you've been led,
drying eyes, cleaning hands,
clearing the sight
of each of these scars,
until they're named
as lesser memories,
among infinite stars.

After you, I'll dip
this flesh full of pain
into shoreline grains,
ripping myself
sin from limb.

I'll wait for the tide
to come in, to cleanse
the sickness to being
a factor of delight
in the sunrise.

We've both been born
with our reasons involved,
driving ourselves
into undying satisfaction,
far from starvation,
far from resignation.