HEARTBREAK CANDY
Heartbreak sonata,
heartbreaking rhyme
In the midst of a maze of unlit
streets;
The head whirls in mute
amazement
At the wonders of that
fleeting moment.
She was there for one moment
as she
Had always been, casting
that sidelong glance
In wide apprehension at my
insecure tidings
Of self-approbation and extravagance.
There was something that
intrigues me
Now, as then, when she
opened her eyes
With that selfsame gesture
of silent report
As if from some inner sorrow
she needed
But to complain of in mute
bonding and dread.
A moment later she left me
brooding
At the crossroads of
mortification and self-doubt;
And as to the penurious
existence which
I now led there were prospects
ill to contemplate
For they are but gloomy
specters tough to disintegrate.
But there would be time
yet for remedy.
Sitting then tied to my
writing desk I figure out
Clandestinely,
with my powers to the hilt,
Of the one note of discord
that had arose
And transfixed both us in a
spirit of rancor;
Then there was the sadistic
appeal (or chime?),
Or even the cursory signal
of a godforsaken whine.
For it lit my place, and
submerged it in an aura
Of provincial carousal,
anticipating almost the arousal
Sudden, of my musical buds
sentenced to sulk
For a temporary period of
hopeless fear.
It was time for heartbreak candy
But there would be time yet for remedy.
The notes tripped and fell,
as did the chimes
Of some wanton choir boy
seeking to outdo
The vain antics of a fellow
comrade in qualms
Of deepest longing for the
sweetheart they both do.
Along with it did my destiny
that had, a moment ago
Been tied and betrothed to the
curly strands on her
Shoulders, in an agony of
self betrayal lying against
Her milky white breasts,
curled in infinite tether.
For the moment next there
was this feeling, abysmal
In the situation pertinent
to my betrayal
Of her confidence and love-
a feeling so sublime
At one moment, while being
at others so mundane.
And when our lips met at
moment of infinite solace
It carried forth in
succession to my time of penance
That had been lying
wistfully, in some desolate corner
Of my aching heart, like the
sacred haunt of a desecrated mourner.
That shade of auburn in a
glimpse so serene, did I see it
Then as some unthinkable
chasm between me and
My love, seeking to engulf
me in the affection of another
Far too winsome and tempting
to resist.
But here in this moment of
heartache
There would be time yet
for remedy.