Was that the last paroxysm or only the inception?

Was it the earth shaking

under the rebel

as a Bell Tolled,

or a mindless mating

like a callous man

again and again

no partner

ever satisfying?

Did the break

come as breakthrough

or psychotic break?

A good thing

or otherwise?

Do sleepless nights

drain your soul

or awaken Eros

that thief of lost years?

Do cherry soda lights,

strawberry ice cream flurries

in diner dizzies

color your closed lids?

Does chemical sunlight warm your heart?

Or do they damage your peace,

rob your dreams,

make wonder if dark days are coming?

Is this truly a panacea

or does it forebode

a crash,

a slow motion

spectacle

that never ends well?

The throbbing longing,

is it just a one-night stand

or something more,

something pure,

something lasting?

Without history,

without knowledge,

without experience,

You shrivel

under a single

bare

swaying

bulb