Remnants

I will not force you to love me, 
yet, I will love you with such force. 
So much so, the world will tilt on its axis, 
climates will change, seasons will extend, 
and cities rise up out of derelict wastelands. 

A once barren and fruitless earth will now be green and pleasant. 
Orchards will overflow whilst birds sing high in clarion skies. 
Life will pump through these stuttering veins,
and capillaries will burst with burgundy hues. 

I will not force you to love me, 
yet, I will love you with such force. 
For my heart desires you, 
it is possessed with a beat.
It always has since those tiny feet carried you forward,
and brought you close. 
Those lips you pushed delicately against mine 
uttering beautiful refrains from the softest of mouths.
The throat I grasped full with both hands,
softly running my fingers down the soft arc of your breasts. 
Your curves and crevices that comforted my weary head when in need of rest.

In mind, in body and in soul. 
I offer no resistance to you leaving, 
I do not stand in front of the door
Or lower my head in shame.
Yet, my love for you will rise and grow in this distance.

Silence will be my weapon.
I will be still.
Quiet and calm in my assured devotion to this newly formed religion.
Barefooted, I will wait for you, palms open and flat. 

A silver chalice glistens,
sacrificial in its purpled content,
offering you, my love, respite from your journey.

I will not force you to love me, 
yet. I will love you with such force
that even if cities crumble and continents collide, my love will survive.

My love will remain, waiting for your return, my love.