The ultimate parley

I talked with Saturn last night.

I told it how I ran free in those fields,

how it grew inside me when I thought it couldn’t expand further.

I told it how I embrace so tightly that my arms ache for reassurance,

how my tears turn pure, refracting light into prismatic angles.

And it didn’t answer...

I talked with Venus this morning.
I told it about those eyes and those sighs 
so unreal in their beauty.
I told it how I would ruin the world just to see them, 
how I would tear apart every fiber of my being
if it meant keeping their light from dimming.
I told it how my soul reverberates with pure joy
at the mere scent of that other soul.
And it didn’t answer...

Now, I’m talking with Death.
I’m telling it how I will fight.
I’m telling it how I will protect what is precious to me.
I say, loud and clear, that I will never give up.
I could disappear,
return to the womb that birthed me,
seek peace in my solitude
sleep in my dark space
but in the end, I always win my battles.

I thought about giving up for a moment.
But I am a thousand times stronger than that.

And this time, I got an answer.

"You keep on fighting, but at some point, you will dance with me," it said.

But for now
the l word is my shield.
That expression, my sword.
And my strength? That’s mine...