I want it to be a bellowing impact
When I think of it
Repeat and repeat and repeat
A madman I’ve made of myself
Repeat and repeat and repeat

How reduced I feel in this
Barely able to claw myself out
Just for an inkling of perspective
For what?

Hot breath and lungs used liberally?
Hands weak from a grasp unaware?
These moments of affection,
existing isolated in gossamer
drive me up the wall.