You and I were lovers before the freeze,
and the making of it occupied our fears.
You needed my therapy,
I wanted you to need.
I didn't know beyond the jasmine,
where the monkeys dwelled and lizards flew,
far past the grottos and the caves that held the artifacts of our emotions,
there would be a war zone.
I would come to know,
that blue eyes could flash burn to ash,
in the smoking grey seconds of remembering the past,
beyond the lush, green tropics,
in the sweltering heat,
along primevial forests and pristine beaches,
where transparent ocean waters turn blood red,
and you could never stand down.