I tore you apart
without hands, without tools
made it so your penmanship was unintelligible,
and tar and feathered your silhouette,
so your promiscuity would be anonymous to the future me
a new old stranger
because I still feel the tremors,
such upheaval,
when your Earthquake Love hits a new town
your seismic affection shatters me,
and every other man gripping at the grass to keep from falling off of the Earth
another is undulating
smiling
to death
mistaking the convulsions for peaks, not valleys
Richter Scale reverberations
I can feel you under my feet, even cities away
I wish I could fly,
if only to not feel you anymore
