Run out of words for love,
Its song falls silent when
You go, leaving a stone
That cant’t stomached
But has to be swallowed.

The falling in is a deep
Dive out of the warm light
And into a collapsing well
That thunders into itself
As the water waits below.

Love is hard and strong
As a warrior’s heart, but
It beats and breaks inside
A skin like candy glass
And wishing to hold fire.

Everything’s an illusion,
And I imagine myself in
The ordinary world of senses;
But this feeling like a knife
Is something I can’t let go.

The thought of you fills
And kills me like a drunken
Madness whether warmed
By your presence or chilled
In the absence of everything.