This is madness;
this once sweet desire,
it consumes us,
feeds us,
drives us wild.
Adulterated
by this unclean fire,
accusers
no longer stand idly by.
This might be
the end of our world,
but we’re too focused
on each other’s eyes.
A firmament
about to be shattered
and we stand under it
ready to be cut to death.
All this
we couldn’t stand to wonder.
All this,
we doused with gas and smoked.
All this,
we didn’t get away,
or create a safe distance,
before we detonated.
If this is love,
I never want anything else.
I want your pulse,
your touch,
the smell of your skin.
I want you dripping
all over me,
like the remnants
of a cardinal sin.
Each thought of you
tears through my mind,
like a ball bearing
from a suicide vest.
Mental shrapnel,
emotional projectiles.
I take no comfort,
no,
instead I look heavenward
and await The Judgement,
or just some regular cataclysm.
Is it over yet?
Have the Fates destroyed us?
Our hearts entombed,
our minds eviscerated.
I draw out of this
one consideration,
one token,
one drawn candle
to light
in the memory
of this world.
Love was just enough;
too bad
it wasn’t
for us.
HG – 2018
