I Deny

The utensil dances on my plate;
I refuse to look—I deny my fate.
And over the shouts—
The laughter—
The clinking—
I feel my heart,
My body—

Sinking.

Then I hear—my fear:
Your voice—your jeer—
So I veer—

Eyes upon your sneer.

Alarum

As finger touches finger
And sigh fills sigh —
The alarm sounds off,
And I ask — gasp —why?

Ten thousand things
Found wrong with this —
Though I cannot run
From this — this bliss.

As finger touches finger
And sigh fills sigh —
I hate you — wait, you —
The end — is — nigh.