Break

Break

I don’t need –
your sympathy,
used theorems
on the quantum mechanics
of attraction,
distraction,
chemical reaction.
Of the breaking
of glass,
shattering preconceptions.
You fond –
solace
in my curves,
sinuous synapses,
tender heart
but no pull
of the ocean waves
no gravity,
no phases of the moon.
I’m left –
with shards
of words, stabbing
like rakes,
emotions
dripping
from chandeliers
like blood,
with no one
but me
to blame.