Vachon Imagined

As I live inside your mind,
carrying disease and famine,
may I not surrender the deep, dark place of truth
that abides with me
and I with you.

Let me tease you in mystery and rhyme,
but never lose the bold shimmer of darkness
that ignites with hope for you,
that ignites in blazing victory for me.

For me,
as it lets me step outside of your mind
and back into my own,
the sheer panic of sorted fantasy
now moves back and forth seamlessly,
unafraid,
ever thine,
ever mine—
folded not in rage or panic,
but in the sublime lust of light and despair
comingled as one flame,
as one mind,
as one body.