.
Links in the chemist chain
laced in a double helix
defy the laws of the universe,
and the atavistic resurgence
creates isotopes of dream passion.
     Elements conspire in panic
     with a symmetry of casual chaos
     that mimics an atomic bomb,
     destroying its own creator
     in a cruel parody of birth paradox.
          Arresting the Iris of Dissolution
          with cuffed anxiety drowning
          in a pond of helium ore,
          carelessly drifting on acid flesh,
          coagulating in a soup of memory.

And the paradigm shifts again,
reality unfocussed clears, strains,
revealing your shuddering form,
next to me, keeping me warm.
Lids flicker and you open your eyes,
shining, smiling in cute surprise.
Moving my finger up to my lips
whilst I gently untangle our hips.

     Do you remember this night?
     Last night, tonight, tomorrow night?
     Time begins to slowly rewind,
     on the night you blew my mind.

My essence is filled with your heart,
a love I have yet to discover.
Whilst you wander between the stars,
my universe starts to recover.

So please don't break this silence now.
Please don't shatter this moment long,
I want this post ****** memory to remain
in the morning when you have gone.

© Pagan Paul (04/11/17)

i can feel the new ties
binding

is this it

the end of
blurred lines
yearning gazes filled with
misunderstood
silence
  
constant conflicts
between the need to live
today
and desperately survive  
tomorrow

is this when we finally
adjust
to life

like they all did before us

we always did
dwell
too long

you look happy now

is this when we at last
leave love
and turn to
friendship

My hair smells like you. I'm reminded of when we were so inseparable before. I miss that. How close we were; we talked about so many things. How empty I felt whenever we parted. How I always felt so misunderstood my whole life until you came in, tuned into what I was saying and it's like you're the only one fluent in my language. How you had no problem understanding me, telling me things I needed and wanted to hear. I finally felt valuable. But we grew distant and as much as we try to get closer again, it doesn't seem to work.

Our bond is so cold now. I no longer feel warm in your arms. We're as cold as ice; dying. I'm trying to make it work but I don't think my efforts will be able to defrost the Antarctica of our relationship. I don't even know who you are anymore. You're like a stranger and I can't be who I am with you because you look so fragile and talking to you is like dancing on thin ice. I'm so afraid I might break you. I just hope you aren't completely frozen as a stranger.

-m.b