The Urban Elf

It's not so much Romeo and Juliet
as Lancelot and Guinevere before the fall
but if one of them could realize
what their folly would cost.
I'm drunk and worried in my private haze
and still conscious of the terror
of the consequential maze.
Like moths to a flame
or martyrs to a pyre
I am inescapably drawn
to your apocalyptic carnal fire.
But, we are damaged souls
and broken boys
our man shapes not withstanding.
It is only ruin that can come
from the impossible ecstasy
our emotions are demanding.