The Fear of a Lover

There is raw fear in your eyes, beloved,

I will not leave you, I promise,
Believe me when I tell you,
My hands are cold iron without your kisses,
Yes, I know the coldness you dread,
You lit me up in argent flames
And I do not know what it means
To be extinguished
I closed my eyes and imagined
Laughter without you
And my voice scared me;
I am still afraid,
The honey we suckled off old nights
Has us stuck in amber dreams
But I am yours!
The world keeps trying to remind us
Of mornings and their withering,
But we will drown
until the world
stops trying.

Image Source: Agnes Cecile