To A Dangerous Lover

Solid in your arrogance, seeming to love,
Your impatient devotion desperate for response,
Over zealous in its quest and a burden I cannot bear.
Pierce me deep with your steel, Lysander eyes
To seek a truth and find only lies that burn.
Fingers that steal, belonging to a dangerous man;
Unguarded,
I have burnt your bridges.

A difficult obsession is no substitute for love
And a coward's exit is easier.
To run, and hold your heart, for mine is full with another.
And I ask not for love, but rage.
Any kinder passion would not ease my guilt.
And if my words could be lifted from the page,
They'd do what I cannot, and hold you.