Grenade

This, between you and me, is an ultimatum

Our own private crisis in which I hold you hostage

There is no room for negotiation here

This is too vital for agreement, let alone disagreement

There is no flexibility for your interpretation of this

This is too central, too crucial to be about something

So don’t…don’t you dare move to understand this

This is only an impulse without a point

A grenade of voice, a violent expression of love

Exploding across your mindscape

A ringing in your inner ear

And now…now, it is done.