all's fair

by Raine Wynd

through the curtained window
the lights of the harbor glow distantly
like the careful space between us
where love lies like a DMZ
and passion's flame is the WP
of all we do together,
burning all of our intentions to cinders
we shouldn't love like this
tossing away all of our affections
as though they were flash-bang grenades:
you don't hold the gun to my heart
but being without you twists a knife in my soul
bleeding my desire out in rivers of need
and the scars run deeper than midnight allows