No Through Road.

Your silence rivets me
it screams across the spaces in-between
and when I think of you
I writhe inside like snakes
like crazy comets giddy spun
slung upon the gravity
the raring stillnesses
the surging magnetisms of you.

Raw hunger gnaws my guts
and I crave to stare commingled, nuclear consumed
shot through the doorway of your eyes
to lose and find both you and I
in each other’s profane gaze
explosive-fissioned, without condition
to wallow in the adultery of your look
and lose my me in you
love-born, passion-sprung.

Yet, according to my carefully worked out
list of priorities and obligations
you and I are a No-Way, No Through Street.
So it is easy, I will drop you
and, hey presto, just forget.
That is the logical, sensible thing to do.

So what are you doing
still hankering at the rim of me
broadcasting raging vibes
across the forbidden spaces to my own?

This silence only whets my lack and ache
and you are a tempest
a torment to my sleep and bones.
Oh! the dread of you!
Your anger, folly, faithlessness
ravage my smooth fatalism into shards.

I cannot forgive you
for besotting me with your infamous charisma
your chauvinist certainties
your stuck-up prowess.