Ubiquitous

My love makes me irritable
He is ubiquitous. 
Every day every hour and if  I am honest, almost the gist of every misty minute veils and unveils him
Till I wonder amazed
Is my life become
This shot of spun gray silk
With every color departed
Except ambiguity?

Is this hell
Is this an obsessive
disorder
Should I place orders upon
My brain
Detain extradite this
Runaway train?
If it were hell
Indeed
My senses it does please
Like a secret garden
Of surprise
Annonymous
And
Annointed in every place.
I see him in the bowling alley
Shooting nine, no ten pins down  then
Smirking effetely as he lifts an unruly lock
I'm bowled over relentlessly
I play strikers with my family
My friends
Stricken down inside all the while
Drowning in the wine of memories
Smiling lopsided wide eyed disaffected.

And on the ride back home
I am awed by the blue black road.
Its sinuous curves snake me straight home to you.

My love 'tis true.
You were serpant. Effortlessly supine. My ego elected to erect you. Till you stratified.
Now  you are moulted snakeskin
Long since shed
Its dry scales
Venerated dead-
Mounted Giza high
On the sacred walls of my duplex heart.

My love is my most precious
Shame.
My love is is what drives me insane
through the inane day
My love
You it is in the erotic night
Driving my train cars
home
Across borders and nomadic zones
We're driving home
Honey over the lowly peaks of
lofty sand dunes and hairpin river bends
We are racing hearts crashing down the next bend
And leaving  in our reckless trail
crestfallen  hilltops
forest edged temples
Lamps lit in courtship
Blue gods beckoning
To come and taste
His offering
Our amber reckonings.
Church bells tolling
To delineate the rising dawn
Across lush green sun dancing lawns
Still
We go on and
On and on.

Honeymooners end makeshift romance by shifting gears
Ourselves become wheels of inertial motion in an engineered trance
Rolling Stones
Of forced romance
Gathering no cushioning moss
but worn sleek through
shine and rain
Of strategized broadband days
And molten magnolia nights of
Decadent pain.