Others saw your poison,
I tasted your honey.
You gave me sweet words to suck on,
I can taste them still
in the back of my mouth.
Others saw you as a gloomy mountain,
I saw green trails.
You gave my feet
an invitation to run!
Where others would see
your filth,
I would notice
the blue flower you held clenched in your hand.
Where others saw burning eyes,
I saw
a smile,
a question:
Do you dare come with me?
Where others saw incoherent words,
I saw rubies.
You transformed me
from one who watched
the fire to one that was fire itself.
Your words did not end
when you lay beneath the ground
for silence is a word.
I know even now
we are nearing each other
as a wave
inexorably
makes for the shore.
