Ilinx

Ilinx.

(creating a temporary disruption of perception)

by Dave Young.

“You are mine…you are mine”

your lips pursed;

the stretched skin of your mouth,

the clashing cymbals of your words…

possessive and inaccurate.

Language can’t explain everything,

so I focus on the naked intensity of your eyes,

their voluptuous panic;

long ago perhaps. Long ago.

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That strange excitement you possessed –

how it raced,

like water quickening before a narrow channel.

Animal noises –

a howl of naked aggression

predicated by the urge to create minor chaos,

before retreating into your shadow.

Are you stuck between a dissatisfied present

and an unavailable past?

Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.

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