Take Me Back

it’s back again.

out of the blues

it has appeared

to tear and to wear me

into one of its many mists.

I am droplets –

falling

from bright and

heavy clouds

that softly sings to me. 

take me back  

to your vacation

when you slept

and sighed

in others’ dreams.

leave me alone now,

for I have been rising

into more 

than what you made me.

but you are back again.

and now I am splattering

to your infectious rhythm

of pain and desire

to go back 

to when I was fire,

and you were nothing.