All This Vessel Brought To Me [poems 32/37?]
All This Vessel Brought To Me
Escaping wasn’t the hard part, no
Despite the angelic voices sounding
Alarms of caution
Or whispered apologies of betrayal
No, the self-imposed mission
Was the difficult part
Due to an inner struggle,
Once though not capable of
Until this vessel was appreciated
By strangely vibrant green eyes
Until this vessel was embraced by safe arms
Until this vessel was thoroughly
Explored by callused hands
And this angel was met with
A kindred, albeit inferior, soul
The exchanges made that night were more
Than just casual pleasantries
Maybe not a declaration of utmost undying love
But certainly, a promise of protection
In the joining, however temporary, of two like spirits
Fate to us was unbeknownst
But had we that knowledge or foresight
Of these events that have come to pass
Would we have bothered to intertwine at all?
Locked away, this humanity was obliterated, freed
Swords were drawn and promises broken
And in the end, lines were crossed
That we can never go back on