even amidst the maiden fields where we first met
I tremble and feel compelled to erect
these towering walls after each breath,
these
tears of lava bubbling
through these dark caverns you call eyes
slowly solidifying into the tomb of my fall,
slowly forcing me
to crucify the one silhouette of your living embrace
still uncovered by the whirling paint of my suffering,
to witness the burning
of the birthmark you left on my heart
so that even when I walk right next to you
you would not see me, hear me or feel me
as my heart would forever be caged
by the mask of my mortifying life