+ chaotic passion

my eyes sigh
-looking at you-
and hope is hissing at me.
it comes seething
out of our pores,
with rancid sweats of defeat.

chaotic passion boils
in the kitchen beneath 'us' ;
upstairs the veins swollen,
upstairs the sheets stained.

i chained my heart to yours --
and in my prison,
i am writhing under those chains.

a smiling woman lies underneath the agony
but the essence of 'us'
stifles her.

and she's showing her scars
-again-
and no one is looking
-as usual-

> glory is your teardrop <

but the waterfall has crashed
the hunger is dying
the chains twist
-nothing-
"no"

+ c. davis

+ october 1998