How can I describe

my conflicted heart?

Where are the words of this love?

Where does that divide occur between

the acceptable and the taboo?

Even if I conjured up the magic formula today

would it work its charms tomorrow?

And even if the answers existed

for each dilemma, every riddle

would it be enough?

Now subsiding like a tidal flow

the panic monster is lurking

happy to observe what lies in its wake.

Its power obscuring feelings

still present, unyielding, undefined

stirred up, each time stronger than the time before.

Oh the longing doesn’t stop.

grows fierce in its intensity

needing its own elixir.