Ode to a Borderline


Self-immolated, I rise

from in your ashes,


Nailed to your cross,

arms flung. 

Your honey and vinegar

on lips enparched.

The thorns that pierce

our togetherness.

I am speared

your flames,

but resurrect to you


An unrequited dew, 

an ephemeral yearning

for your injured flesh. 

I flap my wingspan

as I sore.

Rebirth foregone.