A Kiss, a Pool
A pool of tears in my chest
Collects the kisses I let
Slide through my lips, confirming
What’s been known for some time.
The solace of a steel guitar
And the pluck of taught strings across my innards
By the screaming fiddle
Do something to allay my fears
That this feeling will turn wrong.
The closeness I feel, the draw I am in
Toward danger and serenity suicide
Must somehow be linked, tied inevitably to, part of the web
In the absence of rationality
In the presence of emotional intensity
While in the grips of mania, as subdued as it were.