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.