a passionate stillness
lays flush in my mind
a Rubicon of disconnected
as my tears fall
dousing my humbled cheeks
as they roll
so utterly defeated on by
forcing my own lips to taste
their taste
as they are saltier than the
bitterest brine
I cannot cry anymore
I feel as
my glassy red rimmed eyes
join my quivering lips
in a disbelieving smirk
as the void that lays foul
within me contemplates
if this is love
then love has lost
its shirt
and when submerged
to such festering self depths
only the darkest sarcasm
of comedy
at this point
could be singled out
as divine...........................
(Feb. 22, 2011 1244am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

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