Love : A Study In The Chemically Altered States Of Love And Lust And The Fine Line Between Them

stalking your scent, lunging at your hanches and licking your wounds.  The  thrusting of needles , the intertwining of  forgotten thread – the fitting of an iron curtain.

Longing -a  Holocaust of the mind ,raping  neurons , starving nerves, ripping tissue- membrane carnage.  Smoke shifting , body breaking , the earthquake -the ashes , the ashes -the man. The geography of what was him , he who is now , there he goes  – jaw clenched  , owning movement , the king with thorny crown-claiming his right, forcing Arc’s of Joan- the architect of flame.

I have burned  my flags ,dispelled them into swollen rivers of narcisism .  I have felt true joy in caressing the shrapnel of our still born love affair.

I  have  awoken at 3 am , my hair woven into  a loom of sweat and perfume . My mouth – bone-dry , my pupils dilated  and  body bending like a willow to be quenched at that unfortunate fountain of want.

I have  thought about  you at odd hours – hours that  turn thoughts into grenades and set raw beauty on fire .

” Je suis trop grande pour moi!”. Ahhh, but we are far beyond the metaphysics of existentialism or perhaps we are just lingering behind it like the plagal cadence,  pleading to be resolved.  Pleading for a common grace that one finds standing before a statue of stone-

I have watched as  your heart  crumbled  like the Berlin wall …..

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