Treason

Fuck you for your
safety and stability
your inability to corrupt
reason with passion
 
That sterile tomb
of complacency  
you call love
will stand firm
through the thunder
but for what?
 
I may not offer a thing
but a shiver
yet did we not laugh
like drunken cherubs
as the rain hit our tongues?
 
I will think on you
as I dance naked
through the fear of the unknown
whispering your name
and dirty secrets
on the wind
 
And, as the last of your wishes
are extinguished by comfort
I hope that breeze finds you
 
and convicts you
of treason