Saturday, March 01, 2014

Cold Fusion

Cold Fusion

 

So it has come to this

His bags packed, trunk loaded

Eyes eastward, towards Portland, Maine and

Some invisible fate

But infinitely better than the present

Which conspires with her

To pull him down

 

Pulling him down to her

Fusing them together, obliterating them

 

They’d met months earlier

At a pub in Portland, Oregon

Each seeking refuge from unspoken struggles

Finding each other was an anonymous gift

At first,

Then becoming more, and then

No more than that, snuffed out

Like so many wind-blown matches

 

They shared conversation

And touches, innocuous enough,

The hands, to make a point

The wrists and arms, to emphasize a kind ear

The shoulders, to sooth and comfort

 

And then later, the hug,

The full embrace,

That seemed to last longer than it should

That could’ve been eternity,

And still not long enough

That had to be cut off because

Everyone was looking

 

The affection accumulated and seemed

Hardwired by some unseen force

Triggering the unknown mechanism

Which makes men flirt with love

 

Surely, it was the same for her, he thought

Her expressions of longing mirrored his own

And she leaned in, somehow defying gravity

Somewhere between a consummating kiss

And the idiocy of the platonic thing shared

 

Weeks later, when she casually revealed it,

Her unseen happily married-with-children life hit him

Like a head-on collision, crippling him,

Done in by an inevitable omission made real

And as their shaky bond loses its cohesion,

Feeling less wonderful and more illicit,

He now knows that in order to save himself

And to save her as well,

He must sever it like a gangrened limb

 

He contemplated the extreme

Stepping away from the roof of a high-rise

Allowing gravity

To finish the depraved snuff film it started

But the afterlife seemed too far a drive

Full of unknown new elements, or perhaps

Devoid of any of them

 

Denver seemed like a nice change of pace

Perhaps he would try his luck in Vegas or Reno

No, her laugh, her smile, those lips

Her hold on him is far too strong,

Just hearing her say his name

Would send him rocketing back to her

At record speed, placing a mile-wide crater

Inside her family’s world

 

No, he must place mountains, rivers,

A continental divide, a great plain,

All of the great lakes, a federal beltway, yes

An entire continent between himself

And her, and the love that he suspects

Is far more mutual than the invisible words

Unspoken, but surely felt by her

 

So it has come to this

Bags packed, trunk loaded

Eyes eastward, towards

Some unknown, invisible fate

But infinitely better than the present

Which conspires with her

 

Pulling him down to her

Fusing them together,

Obliterating them

 

Today’s dVerse poetry prompt: Write about an invisible experience, or how some aspect of invisibility can have an effect. This one is my attempt. Head over there to read others.

11 comments:

  1. Contains all the swirls and turns of a passionate relationship formed in the absence of truth. Really well done :))

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  2. this is a juicy read... I was so wonder why their love was hidden... then, BAM - she's married! nice...

    loved this especially:

    "No, he must place mountains, rivers,

    A continental divide, a great plain,

    All of the great lakes, a federal beltway, yes

    An entire continent between himself

    And her, and the love that he suspects

    Is far more mutual than the invisible words

    Unspoken, but surely felt by her" he surely does need all that...

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  3. oh heck.. so for her he was a friend and for him she was so much more... interpreting things in a wrong direction and now on his way to her...ugh... not good.. i don't think there's a happy end in sight... well spun tale

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  4. So raw...I felt the passion and then we're hit with the shock the lover experienced. Well done!! Oliana

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  5. Really .. sometimes there is no choice.. getting away from that smouldering flame.. a wind can make it burn.. but still is just the hope worth it.. a very good read my friend.

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  6. nice story telling man...i knew heart break was coming...and how often and realistic as well...matters of the heart are tricky....our expectations get our of alignment and the next think you know you are way off course...

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  7. I felt this one...the pull between the two of them...and the realization that it had to come to an end, but the difficulty in ending it. Your words carried me along, as I wanted to see how it ended. I was glad it did not end more tragically than it did & hope the distance WILL keep them apart.

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  8. the invisible word, while heavy on the heart, are probably a blessing...spoken they would be like an anchor...or beckon...where no moutain, valley, nor river could stand in the way.

    really nicely told. I'm glad he overcame the need to test gravity.

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  9. Well done. This really touches on the need for space, physical and emotional, when dealing with such things as life and love. A grand journey that had me worrying about a tragic end, but instead has hope.

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  10. A slice of the behemoth, "have another little piece of my heart" as Janis Jolin sang; a poem of the blues, a jazz riff where the notes are your words; sad, touching, truthful, too too real.

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