The Gruesome Sound of Affection on Display

Few things
are as aggravating
as the squeaking hiss
of two lips jammed against each other
the lethargic tragedy
of needy love
pressed against my ear
pressed against to sear
meant to make believe
that
affection can be narrowed down
to this one
monotonous
trivial
action
replacing conversation
to swallow another mouth’s oxygen

They are giving up knowledge
for death
in the name of love
and manage to irritate
my neurosis furthermore
with the excruciating
taunts
of the sordid stings
of the morbid rings
of the screeching
of the kiss.