I find you crouching, ever entrenched in spite;
. searching for misdeeds on the horizon
. longingly because you seek to transpire
. a nuclear reaction between us.
Our tentative treaty, blown to smithereens
. in the fire which rages from within
. scorching goodwill and shattering desire
. for a peaceful reunification.
I can taste the soot, it turns my tongue to ash
. when nothing can be said to ease the pain
. lashing out fiercely from the spitting cobra
. to lay bare my flesh in years of scarring.
There is no salve for her hot embrace
which burns through hope, razing it to the ground.