In Love

The force of a thousand volcanoes has hit me on the back of the head.
What the -?
The world’s as bright as a clean pin,
Sounds are alive as if they belong in me,
The earth’s as soft as marshmallow.
What the -?
Where -?
Huh?
How did this happen?
You were One, not in the moment of meeting,
But in departing;
Your loss was the catalyst for change.
Now irrationality has torn my head from its moorings,
Doubt and excitement mix in my heart,
The yearning moves me forwards like an unstoppable force.
Pinned;
Trapped;
I move on the outside,
Roil about the point on the inside.
A sudden explosion:
Love!
A sudden fear:
She loves me not.
Help!
Mountains move, and the moon falls down:
No!
Dark street lights and the smell of perfume,
Wind in shadowy trees,
A dog’s bark, the sound of floorboards creaking
Haunt me.
The restless urge and the dragging minute,
The nonsense that is life THROWN UP,
Laid down,
The sighs that lead to nothing.
Oh, I would consume these days and spit them out,
Have done!
But there’s a beauty,
Fierce in the unforgiving,
Proud in the flaming,
Dark in the depths it strikes,
Wild in the exultation
And bitter in plunging despair.
Wrung out, strung out,
Worn out with the caprices of love
I rage around the detail,
Plan great vistas ahead,
Sink exhausted in my bed.

And this is love, they say?
Only in sleep does my heart stop jumping,
And dreams paint my vision instead.