Impulse

Holding fast longingly

to tears that moisten

dry scattered afternoons

those subdue me

in solitary prisons

drowning in silence,

I reject impending love

that terrorize today’s grandeur

of unbounded sole-ness

making me scuffle

whether to cease or leap

over suffocating time,

while I respire only pain,

often unfathomed

to my fidgeting thoughts,

those unsettle me,

in sudden awakenings

of reluctant sleep,

as dreams turn disasters

by frailty and levity

of Infant love in me

crawling with the heart,

I unclasp lover’s arms

to be lost and found in love !