Legend

I cannot remember,

all these years since,

any of the words we used.

I cannot recall the substance, the starts, the subjects.

Only the feelings, brought back to life in me now

familiar as water

as my own skin

as blood.

I remember the clouds roiling around us,

you holding my hair back as

everything spun out of control.

And I wish I could rise up and see you

from a distance,

as small and insignificant as myself.

I would be above -

able to calm the fear.

Instead, you are Prometheus

unbound

mythical

and unattainable.

Instead, you rise over me

and quell the very fire

you put in me.

Tags: mythology, prometheus