His Only Fear

Prepared for death,

to preserve life

I have no fear, but one.

There is no rush to die,

and I do not wish suicide.

The strong and the gifted

must protect

the good and the weak,

an eternal pact with

the universe.

I am proud to stand

beside you,

for you too

take a stand,

for what is right.

Your brave stand makes you

larger than life,

though fate has made you

delicate and fragile.

When I see your Eyes accuse

the wrong and the cruel

I know the depths

of your sweet contempt.

I see the soft and yielding

form

that nature has granted you

in this life.

It belies your great fury

and your great love.

Your power hidden

behind dark sheets of onyx

that drift across

your fair skin

and shoulders.

How many times

I was not brave.

I should have tasted

your sweet skin

when you called me

in my waking dreams.

But for my only Fear:

Would you despise

the Desire in my heart?

No longer consider

me your equal?

Would I descend

into your sweet contempt?

All speech lost?

No more to touch

your hand?

No more

To see

your face?

Your Eyes?

No more to touch

Heaven?

So I will not breech

My Only Fear

Because

I cannot live

without you.