UnDiminished Memories of Recklessness In Disguise

It is the intensity
that scorches the heart

Artist Daniel Johnson

(not sorrow)

And pitch which measures our pain

alas, quite without the intention

through devotion
we fucked (over)
each other again

It was not the love

that was wrong,

but the need 

was not right

as we danced
to a discordant melody
our dance steps cloaked

doubt
and abject fears of flight
while the lover's
embrace disimulated
a fairy tale frivolity

of purest delight

Claustrophobia was
our sanctuary

memory begets
only tears
for secrets

un-diminished
un-embalmed
inviolable

in spite of the years