I Must Be The Answer

This probably won't make any fucking sense but I have to get it out. I don't have a choice.


Two women kiss, and one is consumed.
Curse this dual perception, it forces me
to view you both as people apart
but when you unite, when your flesh and fires
unite
one is consumed, and two become one.
Not extinguished, but blazing brighter and brighter
until you spill into one another and you're all I can see.
You're careening.
Karine.
Marlene.
I do apologise for mentioning you by name.
But you're dancing on my brain
and the words are signaled to my hands without
intervention from common sense.
It's as if I'm going insane.
But I don't want it to stop.
Do I dare? Do I dare?
Will you care? Is it fair?
The arrogance of it all to extend a hand
into that maelstrom of ice and fire,
of serenity and emotional ruin
of light and dar -
No. Of light and light.
That ocean, that maelstrom, that pool of blood.
To extend a hand into it all
your union
and beckon softly.
Come with me.
Come with me.
You are immortal, and I must be the answer.
I cannot live without this.
Blaze brighter and burn away my shadows.
You're so beautiful.

A man sits on a rock by the shore with the body of a boy.
It won't obey. It dries out at times and the bones creak
with a horrific noise and unfurling when he walks
to reflect the turmoil of his heart and head
that, beside the heartbeat of the ocean seems impossibility.
He can't be from here, or anywhere that I can go
because to make sense he has to have ascended
or fallen.
The velocity he's experienced has changed him so much
made him foreign and strange
but lent him a certainty in his bones and body that a mortal man would lack.
Please don't attack in return.
Your skill with words is without peer
and I'm no seer
so I speak not of futures, but of truths.
There will be a reckoning. You weren't for my hands
and I still feel like I'm robbing Heaven or Hell of property
and for debts of that nature there can be no escape.
But I don't want it to stop.
Do I dare? Do I dare?
Will you care? Is it fair?
The arrogance of it all to extend a hand
towards a being so alien and beautiful
so foreign and potent
so inhospitable and uncari -
No. Inhospitable and caring.
You are a desert, an ocean, a tundra.
To extend a hand towards the unknown
your coiled soul
and beckon softly.
Come with me.
Come with me.
You are immortal, and I must be the answer.
I cannot live without this.
Change it all and make me feel inexplicable.
You're so beautiful.

A legion awaits my word with an imbalance of bodies.
There aren't enough of them for the amount of people present
so the people jostle for space, finding room in the flesh that's
standing strong and sure before me, ready to assume the roles
that the people within force upon them
strange, marvelous, and destructive.
This can't be a real occurrence.
You're a singer in a body that I wouldn't have chosen.
Filling my home with the beauty of your voice.
You're a broken man with years of broken dreams
But you'll still pick up that sword and say my name.
And you're a lover who wants to be a child,
and you're confused so you grow claws so wild,
and you're a girl who wants to be a god,
and you're a sinner searching for a truth,
and you're a friend and I made you this thing.
But I don't want it to stop.
Do I dare? Do I dare?
Do you all care? Is this all fair?
The arrogance of it all to extend a hand
towards this legion so potent and creative
so trusting and so pure
so different and so wro -
No. Different and right.
You are an army, a family, a holy love.
To extend a hand towards your unity
our collective imagination
and beckon softly.
Come with me.
Come with me.
You are all immortal, and I must be the answer.
I cannot live without this.
Unfurl at my word and make me feel powerful.
You're so beautiful.

You're all so fucking beautiful.
I must be the answer.