You are deaf to not hear
The firing of a thousand cannons
Between our hearts.
You are a solitary creature
Illuminated by desire and hunger
For affection.
It is your beacon
Your siren song
For those intrigued bear the brunt
Of your heart's furious
retaliation
You keep a watchful eye on
the bypass
for travelers, but few come.
So melancholy are you
Oblivious to reason
but not impervious to pain.