The disappearance of my love
stirs the stink of anguish
into my heart.
Rapt by the sorrow spiraling
down to the depths, I plunge deep
into the mess within myself.
Drowning in the shadows cast
by my absent love, I thirst
for the warmth of solace.
With perfectly timed swiftness,
two misfit spirits named Adam and Angie
call me to the surface.
Adam, skittish and delirious,
promises me deliverance,
if I choose to taste his bliss.
Angie, light and full of delight,
assures me that I can be free,
if I leap into her white sea.
In my weakness, I accept their kindness;
I allow them to caress and
comfort my wounded heart.
I lose control in this moment,
soon becoming infected
with their delicious art.
Visions bleed before my eyes and
explode like stars in the sky,
before melting into my mind.
I feel the universe flying inside;
the memories of my absent love
quickly fade and die.
The next morning, a new pain reigns.
My body sweats; my heart frets,
and I grieve again.