On Ice

He held my arm as we walked across the ice. Such fragility beneath our feet.

It took all the strength I had to stop images of falling through from permeating my mind.

Thoughts that come before the demise.

He just kept smiling.

I slipped a couple of times, that akward dance to regain control and he would hold me tighter.

Sometimes I would pull my arm away from him, feeling confident

Then in just one wrong footing, before I knew what became of me

I would hit the ground crashing, cracking the ice beneath me.

Frightened and frustrated I would call for him to help me back up

He would be standing over me already, arms pulling me up already

At first I would straighten myself up, pull my pride back up from the floor

refuse his outstretched hand and go the way alone.

Only to find myself once again on the floor, ashamed and afraid again

Calling out to him again, finding him helping me up again.

Now we walk across the ice together, arm in arm

The lines between us begin to fade away

We slowly become one, I in him, he in me

I know his thoughts, he'd always known mine

His love in me, me in his love-immersed in it

Blood flows through us, binding us

His blood, purer than mine, pushed mine away

I am now of pure blood, royalty, his queen

I learn to carry myself of such

ridding myself of all that is myself
a confluence becomes a stream
Flowing in one direction, one goal, one purpose

Soon we don't walk across the ice

I in him, him in me, firmly rooted as one
Walk across the ice.