FYI: Not to worry. The author (me) is not the speaker of this poem.

 

 

Candied pineapple sits upon my tongue

sensory, sweet, bursting with joy

makes full my heart, and offers

your closeness, clarity, illumination

…my needs and desires revealed

 

 

 

You feed me candied treats

to coerce me into loving you,

conjured next a marriage feast

to force more sweets upon my tongue

…in full measured spoons

 

 

Lunar eclipse too soon, a proof

when in each other’s shadow

we cease to exist unto our selves,

lacking magic atop our stage

… on the surface of our moon

 

 

 

 

Relentless in our hope for unity

we listen and make love,

swing in a hammock of trust

swallow moments of preoccupation

…together, always together

 

 

 

Wanting to touch and be touched

sensations turn in swirls of dust on

chairs that could not hold you,

and yet I see you sitting there

…darkly handsome with perfect posture

 

The rules bent and broken,

mostly warped from your deceit,

a sour candy melting on my tongue

nothing else will draw us closer

…no slight of hand, no trick or two

 

 

 

 

 Naught is heard or felt or known

to stop the river of your betrayal,

I make instead a lone return

where summer dresses hang

…alongside winter coats