Modern Romanticism

Tell your secrets,
while coming closer
to reveal what you
have been keeping close,
locked in your heart
of disdained hearts.

A spell to bind us,
twist me according to
your disvalued you,
while I collect
these cards you've
tossed about.

It was nothing
to be someone to
do this, for you,
while you watch me,
above your eager,
trembling smile.

Come even closer,
sharing with me
all you've wrapped
on the inside,
all that might burn
on the outside.

If it burns, let it,
under sunlight,
while we travel this
unfiltered scenery.

Don't find a place
to give it another burial,
while you are able
to wield it, like a torch.