crimson quest

with these stairs between us, I measure,
consider the possibility... and falter.
The risk is heavy against pride, pleasure,
and the steps, worn, shame love's altar.

My eyes hollow, defeated by some thought,
made to burn a low, perennial, earthy sunset.
for I am just a man; a shadow of grace, caught,
needlessly wanting, quietly fighting my regret.

At once my fire burns hot against my chest,
and I am made dangerous to my surrounding.
My heart, not I, has mandated this crimson quest,
and it beats upon me with a hungry pounding.

So,
I take a step toward you with scorching prints,
my feet familiar with this desperate journey.
So many times Ive tried, it seems nonsense,
but still I need to bring you closer to me.