Borderland

unbidden tears slip wantonly


     in histrionic spasms


        obscenities hurled carelessly


             upon my lover's burden


  I cannot mend the gaping rift,


                        so press apart the chasm


                             and sow and tend the teeming hate


                    amid my sacred garden





                               unfettered fear clasps acidly


            unto my tangled veins


                                   while venom flows abandoned


                                                               into puddles of emotion


                      I cannot break the shackles


                                        of my yet unruly mien


                                               and so, prostrate contrition is


                                                                                         the act of my devotion