How can I describe
my conflicted heart?
Where are the words of this love?
Where does that divide occur between
the acceptable and the taboo?
Even if I conjured up the magic formula today
would it work its charms tomorrow?
And even if the answers existed
for each dilemma, every riddle
would it be enough?
The panic monster lurks
observing the refuse of failed promises,
feeding on feelings still present
defiant and strong
Contrary to intent
the longing doesn’t stop.
grows fierce in its intensity
needing its own elixir
(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva