I rise high before you erect like a skyscraper <br />Queasy and disoriented from amorous agitation <br />The power of your beauty has reduced me <br />constantly pounding me for steel sentiments <br />trying to hold me to you, forcing a bond between us <br />chewing tiny bits of my soul <br />like a hole punch makes confetti <br /> <br />our relationship unfolds a deck of cards <br />end to end and on end, pressing <br />pressure from above and within <br />precariously stable upon the table are <br />the tremors and palpitations of our hearts <br /> <br />my construction will not allow me to fall apart <br />at the cracks, at the seams, at the riveted beams <br />but, the silent tears have started to rust <br />oxidizing structures of my inner truss <br />a seismic retrofit is soon in order <br /> <br />matches striking upon wet tinder <br />your beauty alone gives no reason to smolder <br />my true feelings fit into a match box on the counter <br />I am checking out at high noon<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-feet-of-vertigo/
