Continuum

Darling, awake to all that your daring eyes Have long since missed Draw forth a silent, sharp breath And speak of its strangely taste “Do you taste of love?” I asked “No.” she says “Is a sense of fulfillment acquired?” I asked “No.” she says At the climax of that single syllable she froze Her speech had begun concocting distorted patterns Of a truculent manner It was thought that we were to exist as a singular unit To become one with essentials before suppressed To evolve from the passions we attract I then asked her “What event might have caused such a disturbance?” She simply responded “God.”