Impossible

I'll bend and I'll break
beneath the image of your face,
your eyes,
your lips as the wailing
of the music pries them apart.
Because I'm singing
of a love song
that wraps 'round the waist
of a vase, crystal in
the delight of these words
crowding across my skin
in the iron bruises this pain
leaves behind.
But I don't think you know this,
as you smile behind the clouded gaze
of a veiled secret,
your arm draped across my shoulders,
mine around your waist,
laughing,
as I watch your mouth
out of the corner of my eye,
your lips parting,
teeth glinting through
these misinterpreted feelings.
Because
I know it's always been
impossible.