Agony of Love

Here's to the feverish agony of a love
More given than received.
Straddling the line between hope and dread
Where the mind crashes upon the body
Like a wave upon a rocky coast,
Then recedes into dire dreams of confounding perfection,
The exacting toil of anticipation,
The noxious freedom of a singular desire,
The Cheshire-grin of deception in the heart,
It's enough to make a man poof! and vanish
Like an unfinished thought into oblivion.

There is no curve to the vertical trajectory of my desire.
Whether it rises forever through the infinite space
Of your own desire, or crashes and burns upon the ceiling
Of that word upon your lips,
The fire of it, like the very fires of Hell,
Will burn my soul forever, torturing me
With either pain or unremitting bliss.