A risky text and a 

Smoking gun

Led us to this juncture 

We sit together with 

Puncture wounds 

In our hearts and heads

One could never forego 
T
he tension that we have built 

Steadily, lovingly, intimately 

over the years.

But words only dissipate 

the ease with which we had 

steadied our grievances 
a
gainst the world, and

into the inner chamber of 

vestibular functions

A balancing act lost to

The smoothening of desire.