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.