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.