The Problem
I had a thought of kissing you.
It was like sipping serenity
slowly.
Afterwards I thought
I don’t know
what this is.
How can I dear, possibly,
when even the endearment
is suspect
a collision of heavy matter
and request for a pact?
Humility forgotten,
it’s a desperate situation
I must rediscover
myself in
this want
that not wanting
I splatter around us
to become scattered
and devoid.