Unrequited Love in Men
“All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke
Gigantic love alone is one small space
Inside the mind and guts of just one guy.
It’s like a complicated interface,
But tiny, ganglia trapped in a sky
Of bruise enormous in its hurt between
One galaxy and then another, pain
That only he can feel, huge, but unseen,
Though like a ruining, ever swelling stain.
No cure is known. The medics, even shrinks,
Are useless. Such a huge small thing is like
A pinpoint agony between the Sphinx
And death. It needs a vampire’s fatal spike.
..A Black Hole at a galaxy’s black heart,
….This love is measured only by its smart.
~ Phillip Whidden