The literal aching
of this physical organ
That is heart
In the pitch-dark insomnia
Full-bodied pain
Nowhere to escape

Do I have to do this again?
The only counterpoint
The nuclear force, the tsunami
To trigger
A tidal wave of intensity, in equal measure
To soak wounds

Is this my trying to preserve fragments
Of our last love making?
Lilac, eagle twist, spikes that could punch a hole in your heart
Piecing pleasure was mine
The same yet different look in your eyes
Were you weeping?
When turning away from me in darkness