Once again I pick up on a sense of things happening for the last time, of time running out, and the foolishness therein. The last throw of the dice. I've always been fascinated by the "moment d'abandon" that is love. (Who isn't?) How love and sex and addiction seem to meld into one, in the songs of popular music. How else to explain the giddiness of love? It is a rush quite separate from feelings of passion. So i try to explore that sensation here...beware Bete Noire indeed ..
The Last Love
Rush
The soul implores me, “Have
this dance,”
(Yet at dawn I pluck out
cupid’s darts,
The arteries clogged with faux romance,
How else to explain my cholesterol heart?)
The jealousy boil I cannot
lance
The words I failed to
impart
And, worse, your
indifferent glance
What a fool, what a love
tart,
I’m in your thrall; I’m in
a trance,
(My heart rate tangos off
the chart,)
Say you’ll give me one last
chance,
One last love rush, one
kiss, one spark.