Chloroplasma


	Noblest and Most Beautiful I have been arching my back to keep my head still. drowning my desire to feel more acutely my need. refining my blood to better nourish my leeches. living for miracles to secure my unbelief. But you - you, who are not afraid, You, who offer me my secret, Let me at least say what I may - I never wanted more than for you to just stay silently and let me love whom I will for whatever reasons I fabricated. I hated that I cared for you So I began to despise you And this I hate more. I never wanted to make my love other than fragile - unattainable - wasted So as for this golden promise of fulfillment This vibrant rose that sang Miracles Now I know that I should have crushed it utterly. I should have closed my hand upon it So I could have watched the bruised petals die and fall away But instead - I lightly took it and let it drop peacefully And it only sighed and flattened under the shining threads of my apocalypse. I didn't want to be reborn.