6 Feet Of Vertigo Poem by Marcus McKinley

I rise high before you erect like a skyscraper
Queasy and disoriented from amorous agitation
The power of your beauty has reduced me
constantly pounding me for steel sentiments
trying to hold me to you, forcing a bond between us
chewing tiny bits of my soul
like a hole punch makes confetti

our relationship unfolds a deck of cards
end to end and on end, pressing
pressure from above and within
precariously stable upon the table are
the tremors and palpitations of our hearts

my construction will not allow me to fall apart
at the cracks, at the seams, at the riveted beams
but, the silent tears have started to rust
oxidizing structures of my inner truss
a seismic retrofit is soon in order

matches striking upon wet tinder
your beauty alone gives no reason to smolder
my true feelings fit into a match box on the counter
I am checking out at high noon