Amidst the most mundane household chore,
with no warning at all, a ball of grief
coiled in my gut, rolling up to explode
in my skull. It was an untamed creature,
which left in its slithering wake a brief
burst of toxins, killing love in its slow spread.
I'll serenade you with love songs - thousands
of them. But you tire easily of my words.
If only we could be together in silence
Then, in the dark, I’d speak to you without words.
I’m drunk on pain – heady fumes lodge in my throat.
My hurts are but clichés - a trite stretch of debris,
yet the anguish is not dulled, not by a mote.
If thou wilt, remove this chalice from me.
Your honesty is like a second voice --
It clings to your own in a ghostly glow
Sometimes soothing and drowning all noise;
at other times, exploding in a deafening roar.
Your fire has consumed me, my life is now
a joyous flame. But soon, you will go
and leave my world cold. Tell me how
I’ll keep myself warm. Christe eleison*. Don’t go.
* Christ have mercy
This senseless longing is the eye of a twister --
your face ripples along its whirl pooling walls.
Trapped in the spinning vortex of its lure
my body is ravaged by violent squalls.
Among all the terrifying wrongs that spread across
all tenses, I find the most terrifying right – You.
Why then, do I have to let you go - when your loss
will drown me in a sea of wrongs, with no rescue.
Why do I love you? You might as well inquire
why leopards are spotted or circles are round
Just so you know, there are no reasons anymore;
only the knowledge that you’re the shore I’ve run aground.
