so squeezed,
a pent up lovelorn
seizure of alp top crispness,
a loss of stability,
that slanted unisex
our last standoff-
starry eyed and believable-
as the chagrin of sadness overturned
into a molten pot of stagnant
withdrawal, a radiation
stretching the length of oceans
time zone mileage, so much
sympathy and not nearly enough
days left to waste-
wading the impossible waters
of practically, simple matters
beating us down,
the slow movement
of a cracked whip-emanate, looming,
a hateful matter of black death
fucking our intimate junction, putting
what we had at odds
with what we are-
two different creatures-
both desperate to be ardent
darlings, inculpable of
the listless zeal that
has suffocated the once relevant
fixture of embattled rapture-
a battered crush
of destitute calamity