ESCAPE THE SUNDERING

Like a woodblock split in two
Is how I think
of my tainted love with you

That we love each other
is not the issue
Like a tsunami
crashing, wombing, breaking
flowing, screaming passion

It's not the looks, smoldering
and breathless
oh no-it's the silences
the miscommunication
the missed calls
the sulking
the tears
the screwed up emotions
the damaged ego
the fear of permanency

Mooted wisps of marriage
talk-isn't that the way through
all this morass of joy?
As traditional a union as it is
It's not for us
I fear

The sundered cleaves
the woodblock splits
each a part of the whole
you
me
we