Desperation

Don’t go.
I’d chain you with words
With expressions
Made metal by despair
If only you weren’t impervious
To sentiment.

I’d bind you here
Sinking my claws
Beneath your muscle,
Impaling you with zeal,
If I could just clutch you.

I’d shackle you
In the insatiability
Of my craving
For your proximity
If that could give me purchase.

But you’re a slippery bugger.
Well oiled with apathy.
Glistening with vacillation.
And though I can sometimes enfold you
You are just far too slick.