lament

 
my dear, how do I tell you  
a wicked thing is love
and yet my deep places ache with it
my hurt is dark and treacherous
my heart is mutinous
it has a will of its own
 
the laws of attractioin are true  
drawn to your allure I submit to the feeling
swelling inside, is my passion for you
it goes through to the soul of me
penetrating my thoughts, until I am distracted by it
 
it digs in and stays
with thoughts, I'll shake it,,my soul rebells  
painful understanding, we will never touch
 
at best, I am volatile
my love crashes into you
with hectic desires and rukus wants
my passion will be my ruin
 
with an intensity that burns
then a coldness that defies logic
my love is utter
with the power to lift up, sky high
then falls out of sight
to find you in the night
 
destructive doubt plagues my vision
but my love won't let go
a hold so devious, I scream
 
the devil himself envisioned such
when he first made God jealous
us mortals jilted onlookers
have taken the bait
falling into the desparity of love
destroying all we knew
 
to edify itself at our breast
fed pieces of our soul
left along the way
never to see again
dying embers in anothers chest