Bermudas
There’s the Bermuda
Triangle in my soul,
Where I’m curling up,
securely locked…
But I can’t get rid
of the feel: I drown —
I am plain out
sinking like a rock.
‘tis no place
for mercy or redeeming…
And past Bermuda’s border
the silence reigns,
With whisper
ringing louder than screaming:
“My love,
I need you badly nowadays!”
… In the Bermuda Triangle
of my own
— Not in a fragranced bath
with lights subdued —
In a scalding hot nirvana
I but drown…
Caught in a swirl of thoughts
about you.