A declaration. A deafening blare.
Smacking waves disorient, unbalance,
the uninitiated one recoils,
seeking pacing. And prudence.
The trill of overwhelming urgency
and flooding need burdens, bows.
Wait. Step. Back. Away from the din.
Debilitating racket unseats desire.
Yearning and sorrow drowns
In unconsummated love’s wake
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