this is terminal for me
but 4 him
his glow is effervescent
his expression is vacant
blank with a cocksure glow on me
splintering contentment across his face
imagining my power
i posture aggressively
i am passive & flaccid
all the glistening stabs of wetness absorb in2 the milky pink quilt of discolourations ganging around my eyes
i relent & am without power
imagine peace