Love, A Sordid Affair

A groping urgency, racing, so fiery

Soaring, then crashing, almost simultaneously

The temperature is hotter than Hades

But fused with icy breaths.

You're wild and I'm madly calm

You're gentle and I'm silently insane

So loving and I'm brimming with hatred

Aroused through only deepest passion.

But even now I love you terribly –

Shocked, my nonchalance fading

As you whisper and grip – ever the tighter –

The girl who should be me.