Gift

It’s a talent, it’s a gift,
You ignite me,
Lantern over my flame,
My energy, you lift.
Saying nothing, my feelings you make,
You touch me,
Your milk smothers my acid,
My past, you break.
It’s a talent, it’s a gift,
You kiss me,
Your blanket smothers my fire,
My energy, you lift.
Saying everything, safe in your lake,
You hold me,
Your chest cradles my head,
My fall, you break.
©PEDRO-BATPOET 2018