Merge With The Wind Poem by Jayme Nicole

Caress me o my lover
Tease my hair
Kiss my lips
Raise the hair on my arms
Make me shiver
Make me cold
So you can warm me up again

You blind me with your strength
You sear my eyes, my face, my soul
Deliver me from yourself
Never let me go
Torment me with your painful pleasure
Strike me with your gentle fist
Guilt me into loving you
Never let me forget that it was you.

You that invaded my mind
You that corrupted my soul
You that tempted me
You that taunted me
Hating
Loving
Fearing
Pleasing
Biting
Soothing
Seducing me with your freedom
And never letting me get near.

I cannot go any further
I cannot go as far as you want me to go
I have not your power
But maybe just another step...
Only a little closer to the edge
And when I get there
Will you push me over?
Or will I jump on my own
Because I lack the power,
Or perhaps because I am afraid to use it,
To be like you
To soar with you
To strike, and claw and fight
To fly, to kill, to love

What will I be when I am with you?
Will I be myself?
Can I remain myself,
Or will I be overcome by what you are
And what I will be?
Will I be erased only to be replaced
With someone, something, greater than I
Stronger, crueler, lovlier,
And yet more alone than ever I have been before?

Perhaps I should remain content in my ignorance
Free from nothing
And yet everything.
And you,
You shall be content to have stolen the small part of me that I do not want back
I will crave it for the rest of my time,
And I will feel the gaping hole where it once resided.

For all eternity
You shall be free
And I shall be bound.
I shall never be without temptation
Of asking you to cut my bonds
But the universe must balance.
I was not meant to soar.
You were not meant to have me,
And dreaming may be all that is left to me,
But at least it is of me.

I will forever love you and hate you
And you will need me and pain because
I will always be just beyond reach.
But somewhere amidst our intermingling struggles
There may be a whisper of equanimity
A shadow of rightness
And the two of us will know peace
Because the very things which torment us
Compose the parity which allows us to exist.