reckless abandonment

through candlelit tones, i can see you silhouetted against stone.
waiting. it's late and my innocence is wavering.
i'll blithely follow you through labyrinthine corridors; weaving a tangled trail, i'm as good as blindfolded.
teenage angst melts away as the present unwinds. it's past the time to be confused.

you stop. you turn. we meet.
an embrace so succinct, our bodies unfurl.
we'll whisper in symbols and write in sighs - hieroglyphics to the blind.
we may be two miraculous machines, but i'm really just your little marionette girl.
you don't notice the dimpled young cheeks streaked by glistening tear-tracks as the wind beckons you once more.
narcissus can't be changed, he was lost long before i was found. sweet puppet, he just draws you in, doesn't he?

i stop. i turn. we divide.
i'll not be reckless anymore. i'll not abandon myself.
youth blossomed into something more while the candlelight faded; a flower so intricate, and yet strangely dangerous.
as petals fall upon moss, the eyes watch, holding secrets that will never escape.
wanton and refractory, he is left stanging amongst ghosts, a shadow of a boy too concerned with his reflection, too cold to tremble.
iron scissors cut my strings while the world spins and minds change. and i'm free.