so tenderly
i burn
you watch me on the television
a spectacle for you
detached because the fire can’t harm you
but i showed you this trick before
when you were busy getting mesmerised
by others

later you realised what it meant
when it was too late to collect the ashes
you wish i were a phoenix, i wish too
a paradoxical wish to be with me and not to
continuum of hasty decisions resurrecting gloom
we ended like sleep, only to wake up again

complications arise in a mess of feelings
that range from madness to madness
a madness that tries to contain your affection not love
that tries to convert your affection to love
in the end the disquiet of an illusion remains
whether this moment of affection from you is sacred or not
to let this be or let it not be.