Orpheus and Eurydice

A poem

The unjustified uncertainty in our unspoken promise
has led me, like Orpheus, to near-tragic doubt.
Take me to the ponds in the morning 
where the water will sedate me
with unexpected stings.

With burning on my skin I swim to reach something
and my own heart keeps me warm
and my own limbs keep me warm.

The fire will soon return to harbour me,
I know, as there must not be a doubt.
The pond is black and tiresome and the shore long gone.

Do not turn to see how far you’ve come;
she will follow, he will follow.
And in case of utter loneliness, turning to see nothing 
will not make anyone appear.

I extend my hand with my eyes closed
and expect either cold or warm water.