The Wholesome Satyr

Her unforgiving silences, this ever-widening chasm
entrez nous now, an unfathomable abyss;
a mind annexed by her thoughts - heart in spasm.
And wordless lips quiver for her unfound kiss.

Broken bridge of banter, snapped synapse I rue,
absent the giggles, the warm fuzzy she would send;
lost enjambment, the ease with which she would segue
into a vacuous day; brighten, refurbish and mend.

Acrimonious slander, rancid rhetoric to spew,
after her imprecations curdle the ectoplasm,
false ecstasy, neither she nor I could subdue,
there is the unquiet peace of a failed orgasm....

....and this deafening silence anew.