Partners

At our deaths 
Your ghost would set the world aflame,
With anger so intense,
Even the ocean of my grief
would only feed it more.


I do not see what you say:  That Love 
Is the food of your anger.
All I see is the pain I give, the tears
That seem to have no place
In this world of daily toil.


"We are more than what we do; More than our bodies..."
The wise women say.
Would that I could believe it so,


In this dark world.
Worse than water,
Worse than death,
Your anger,  like the searchlight at my prison door;
Is my fear - so quick it is to rise,
to find and strike my heart;


I dare not speak my mind
To you, as you make yourself
My dire judge.


Forced to hide, I split
Myself in two,
And pray you will find
A gentler love,

Yet I love you still forever 
Guarding my Heart..