Vulnerable

slain by the
vulnerable emotions
of unfeigned love,
and finding all hope
piteously cornered,
the spirit ruptures.
like the whaler’s final harpoon
that strikes
the supple heart of the hunted,
and the harrowed.
reason is a memory.
peace is a luxury
dispensed only in the absence
of maudlin
prepossession;
an elusive,
infrequent eye
within the quiet
uncertainty of the storm.