Apartment 464 - The Inferno

If love is a fire,
this is a funeral pyre;

ashes falling

like a nuclear winter...

Like a blowtorch,
sex had soldered us together...

I'm too paralyzed by fear

to hope for something more.

Only in the black of night do we truly see each other.

We barely speak
outside the foul-mouthed foreplay
and passionate epithets exchanged

in our sweat-soaked moments

of collective agony.

Like so much of my life,
this has to hurt to feel good.

This is love to me...
true feelings

trapped within

chrysalides of enmity.

A smack on the ass must suffice
when a kiss on the lips can kill you.

I don't dare look her in the face.

There's so much I say

in spite of myself...

A litany of confessions

in my expressions.

Not that she would notice...

Her eyes are outside-

aimed at a horizon I can't see.

We sit

and share this silence

because it's the only thing

either of us still cherishes...