In the mirror of you,
my malignance
is reflected in your terrified eyes.
Like a practiced surgeon,
you slice me neatly out of your flesh.
You’ve feared me from the start.
My hearth and nourishment
too much to bear.
I burned your tongue with my warmth.
I am your incubus.
Braced with faith in your God,
not mine,
I am exorcised.
Hiding in your shadows,
I crave the light of my life
I crave the light of my life
and wished to bring it to you,
if only to give you peace
and send you on your way
if you chose not to stay.
Instead, I am a kept secret,
a sin committed,
a soul-less shame,
but I am none of those,
not in the least.
My velveteen lover,
you break my heart
in a thousand ways.
So, my dear,
our answer is found.
~ Mk Michaels
