Parallel

by Melpomene

Sometimes,
when the wind eases
-I fumble.-
Incandescent
are your eyes
imprinting the
sunrise in mine.

You are,
only stable when
upon the edge of cliffs.
Concentrated,
as you tempt height.
-Temerarious-

I've,
collapsed while
you've held
bees within your palm.
-Hypersensitive-
do you try and
terminate a heart?

Yet still you love.

We are,
a rose stem attached
with thorns,
Guided only by
tornado lives;
into each others arms.
-Parallel-