Creation of a Heart

Large black feathery wings
Wanting to take me home.
Take me away,
Oh please,
Please,
Take me away.

Lithe cat-like movements,
He's slow, so slow and torturous.
Eyes scope me,
My lifeless frame,
So cold.

Very, very cold.

My eyes are hardly slits, watching him.
Watching him watch me.
I can feel his cold.
But somehow,
Some way,
It's warm.
Inviting.
Loving.

Loving.

A beautiful creature.
Come to take me away.
He built me like this.
He built me to love this.
To love him unconditionally.

He can't earn love.
But he can make it.
It makes no sense, does it?
No, no it doesn't.
But I can't question it.

He takes me into his arms,
I'm frozen.
Frozen still.
He's so cold.
But I can feel the inner warmth.
It's in his eyes, blazing,
Passion.

Passion.

Passion for what?
I don't know.
I don't question my creator.
Especially now,
As I lay here.
Broken.

Broken.

I've broken myself.
Oh, oh no.
That is why he is here.

Because...

I...

Am...

Broken.

How?
Oh how, mighty creator?
Did you break me?
Did you break me to fix me?

I do not understand.

Please, please, I want to understand.

Trying to grip his robes,
His wings, they wrap so tightly around me.
His arms are strong.
I could just die here.
And be happy.

But no.

NO.

I don't want to slip away.
Not yet.
I cannot fail you, my creator!
My savior!

My love...

My one...

My whole...

Frozen now.
Harder to breath.
I fight.
It is all I can do.
Fight.

Fight!

One leg kicks out involuntarily.
Through the darkness of his face,
Somehow I feel there's a smile there someplace.
I can feel it.

My lip twitches upwards in a smile.
He's proud.
I do not want to die.
I want him to love me.
Love me, creator.

Savior.

Lover.

Lover...

Love me,
Love me creator.
I love you.

Love you...

You...

All of you.