miraculous

true love waits
in haunted attics
that crest their way
into the warped corners
of my mind,
a sheet of adoration
and sadness crystallizing.

etching slowly 
into the drumming doldrums
that weigh like confessions,
i tuck myself into this space
of my thoughts
and let my skin
find its film as scenes
of discovery fade
down that slippery
slope.

fetal, fatal fear
of everything that was you
because you are exactly
what i wanted, exactly
what i needed,
and i couldn't have you.

in a cocoon holding
love to my chest
and away from
your kind eyes
and heart-melting smile,
you are the one force
i could not deny.

the air, that i let slip
into quiet drafts
never published,
was the same one
you carried in a jar
spiraling and recoiling
against the glass
before it breaks free.

shed demons being swept
and cascaded loose,
ripped apart, and blown away
as you have rattled my cage.

and there you were,
smiling.

and i was weightless.