learning curve

Teach me about your pain,
the reproaching silence,
lines of demarcation
traced in quicksilver.

You refuse the amalgam
created by our pairing,
the rare explosiveness,
the possibility of corrosion.

No one ever sold his soul
commingled with another's
to achieve authenticity.
Too late for that. Teach me.

Inspired by Laurie's "demarcation" prompt to the Real Toads, and another prompt, "how to teach pain."