The Eternal Struggle

You look at me steadily
but your thoughts are galaxies away

and I struggle pathetically
with electric eels of feelings
that refuse to be bundled and strapped
for words make such brittle ropes.

You say love is a confusing emotion
and I shrug my shoulders philosophically,
how I wish the tongue muscles would finally
stop vibrating on their own -
isn't nearness enough?

If someone ever makes a bonfire of lexicons
I will be there, chucking my mind into it.

Flinging words against a torrent of words,
we keep trying to squeeze the juice
out of this desiccated fruit
of this lethargic relationship.

(c) Max Babi January 2005