Slowest moving train.

There is a space between anger unabashed
and reckless love that ticks like a bomb on fire
surrounded by the most explosive darkness.
Tempting, and always tempted.

Hideous silence, so grim you will turn away in fear.
There is a space like ice.
Expansion is inevitable
as the freezing water stretches tired bones and wires.

Twisted into an impossible mess.

There is a space.


I love like a bomb on fire
and scream into the darkness.
I relinquish the silence like an animal
owned.
I stretch like water freezing in pipes and
my bones are wires under craftsman's mistakes
always catching a running spark.
Twisted and twisting. Tempted and tempting.
I love in reckless abandoned from a speech writer's tongue.

There is a space where abandon
isn't always chastised.