Speechless

Speechless

My tongue has been threatened by
a kindness so pure, I could smoke him.
I'd set him on fire, and not stop
until both of my lungs had popped.
I would die breathless,
but not before my body had been
Imbolc, burning reckless.
Not a word leave my castle while I witness,
but desire is flooding my mote
inch by little inch
creating a sneaking threat
not even Poseidon could dismiss.
If a thought makes its way past
my wall of discretion,
be kind to it.
For it is a heavy admission.
It carries the weight of ten thousand dreams.
Ten trillion words that have not been said.
Ten million conversations that have not been had.
I've danced with heavier burdens for
worse reasons.
A demon is a daemon is a fucking deamon.