True Vice

And still you hold fast

like a vice

gripped from the first kiss,

stretching me beyond all human reason and

even in my seasoned self-awareness

I still weaken at the thought of you with someone else.

Consistent only in it’s inconsistency 

-your memory taunts me hauntingly,

like a fever I cannot recover from

I awake, and still you’re gone...

Lord help me, lest I should fluster at the thought of flustering,

my heart flutters impatiently as time droves slowly on as if suspended in limbo;

Then I know that I’ve arrived 

But still I can’t resist the longing; it’s my only true vice.