und drang

agonia

how to describe what's in my head today in regards to you, sweetest veronica,
lodestar to the pull of words, muse to tidal blood
and its half-oxygenate longings, maker
of this my heaven and my earth?

loved one, and dearest, and mistress
of this lip trembling like
a breath of air passing through
a vocal fold. my mind does often
vision others, beauties rising
on their beds,

but as things stand
i am still very much
your metaphor, and hence either
they are all you or
you are me and i them.

bewail this inordinate flesh and its thousand passions!
sigh for me, o angels, and sigh for me, death,
and let this ship rock
in its unforgiving tide
and dream of love denied.