In between my plow synthesizing into swords
and my daily meditation medications
I took a trip out of my way
to the other side of town
and shook the hand of my lovers lover
there was no greater joy
then the grip of flesh his and mine
and our eyes setting into a blend
entangling into each other like
a night of nigh drunk passion
and in that moment
I didn't hear a thing,

my screams of contempt
the beating of my headache
my throat screaming for vengeance
and my heart sped up

my heart beat took off until spent
then for the first time in a tear filled week
I felt nothing