4/30/21 Youth robed in standard teenaged gabardine, Acne, like pock marks, inked onto oily skin; My fealty pledged to a standard bearing red Hearts and pink lips on a field of yellow starbursts. Hark, how passion paints blinders on my eyelids! Roguish intention masquerading as holy divinity, Rouge cheeks and batting eyes that flash romance At my desolate heart and misguided grace. Delicate whispers of adoration exchanged between Phone lines spanning over state lines and rivers. The flow of chemical rivers coursing in my veins. Quiet promises of merry matrimony passed From mouth to ear in tones of ignorant elation. Hark, how sweet and perfect her smile shined! And the pure, innocent melting of my selfish soul. Lecherous, wanton whims executed on her virgin flesh. A life sentence of guilt, shame, and a void of closure. Christian sensibilities tainted and destroyed by carnal impulse. And how now, sixteen years passed, I am vexed by The treacherous treatings of dreadful dreams in which I am cursed to wonder about her health and well being. Is it truly better to love and lose than to never have loved? And within me still resides the heartbroken youth That so surely persuaded her reason with silver Words spun in webs of self-entreating. Silence, then, had succumbed to sinister Secrets spit from scaly skin to soft sacrilege. With tender remorse escapes pitiful essays penned in tears That plead the message, “I'm so sorry, Love.” Only to fall to oblivion in the darkness of my bedroom.
