Work Text:
Denial, it is petty word,
Too often said,
Too often heard
Lifetimes wasted in its stead.
Between you and I it comes too much.
Our sparks held by it far too long.
Long past time we give up it’s crutch.
Admit to ourselves where we belong.
For me your spark is a siren’s song,
Words spoken softly in your timbre,
These are things for which I long,
A need I do not wish to hinder.
Come to me, or I to you,
So that I may confess,
In you I want to imbue,
Yours for all time to possess.