I'm Safe Now: Be Still Now Heart, and Want for Nothing

I was not made for love.

I had no container for it,
no compartment in my heart.
so when it poured into me,
over that wondrous year,
it spilled like so many waterfalls, or tears, or bad drink.
No control, no gilded channels to guide it.
It savagely splattered and shined on beaches, and above old casinos, and in tackrooms.

When it found it's muse it clung and latched like a Parasite God.
And that latching was a beautiful gauze of golden light.

But to some,
I suppose,
it was more like gilded chains.

I was not made for love.
It dominated me because I wasn't prepared.
It surged from me in a turgid swell.

But like all wonderful things,
all good things,
everything that makes you better...
it overwhelmed me.

Now it sits,
it's source and muse sitting on a throne,
far far from my own.
The violent ocean of gold,
glimmering quietly,
safely caged,
and gagged.

I was not made for love.
I was always better in the cold.
I was meant for Iron,
never for gold.

That being said...
perhaps I'll shatter those bars.
Someday. But certainly not soon.