The Endless Sea

Her knees like soft atomic-butterflies wings, And terrier screaming-kamikaze bees, Launch themselves so close to me, In the aloof distance, we sat together, Her boyfriend has made her pregnant, The air in the room silky like a syrupy dream, The invasion of her sudden personal scent, Now he refuses to help her, I know the law, the clinical execution of abortion, She listens to me, like Jews to a preaching Jesus, I hang onto her long, luscious eye-lashes, However, the fluorescent day, picks at me, Why am I so jealous, that I wish the child to be dead Was mine, my egg planted into her love’s sea; That she was mine, that I’d blundered, not him, That her cool vulpine-words were darted at me, In purple mushrooms on flying happiness-rings, My advice given, I tottered off, my fingers like claws, Alone, into my diffuse-dungeon; that thing called love, It just never stopped at my door, Maybe it was the feeling of euphoric-infinity, Maybe it was the beatings of my youth, Or the wideness of the endless sea.