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.