Between Euphrates and Tigris

I raise my voice
In the hopes that it will raise you.
You raise your voice,
In the hopes that it will raise me.

Like a broken dam,
I pour and gush. 
Buttons pushed.
my behavior is robotic.
I try to break the mechanics.
Frankenstein.

I forget your mortality,
and remember once your cracks show.
Because medicine is all you know.

So I wait for you to heal me -
when you've never been healed yourself.

And I decide that we should operate.
Surgical gloves and all.  
Invisible Umbilical cord, 
Never letting go.
Choking us with anger. 
Feeding us concern.
Suffocating all tenderness. 
Thoughts of what will make you happy.

But your role should mean perfection.
We start the dissection. 
From you I draw blood stained strength.
My passion for construction.
upon closer inspection,
I see pride in your eyes,
Along with my reflection. 

You are my pain. 
My sense of security. 
In.
Your words push me to the edge of the river.
How do you cut the veins of this connection?
How can I deliver? 

And I stitch the scars of a fighter.
I inspect the tumors of passion.
You exposed my soul.
Your light is preserved.  

And on those fateful days 
Between love and hate.
Between Euphrates and Tigris.
I came to know you better. 
I came to know me better. 

Traffic Light lovers.

Green man lit.
He takes a stride.
We stare without a care,
Senses intertwined.

Frozen fireflies land on my face,
Then they fly, as quick as a race.
You kiss the place where they briefly lay.
I'm finally living the dream of this day.

We hug as we wait for the traffic to brew.
But I'm just lost in your sedative hue.
Crossing the road is overdue.

You tighten my scarf as you swallow my chest.
Solitude_ I've passed your test.
No longer an alien, watching the rest.

We ignore the lights from stop to go.
Afterglow.
We let the traffic flow.
I'm finally lost in a world I know.