Sunday, April 21, 2013


Conversation Hearts

 You buy thirty candy hearts
         with visible signs of
                  you rock, be mine, call me.
  With each small disc buoyed
          in the hand, you catapult them
                  to the mouth, a tooth blast
   over sweet nothings of love. It’s
         Saturday, fifty years ago on the
                  shores of the eastern coast.
   Love is confectionery, sweet musings
          taking place on the bus,
                   in the shake of a bag.
   Not even the atmosphere of ten miles
          to a movie disturbs the party
                   in your mouth.
   You crack hug me into chalky bits,
          suck lucky lips over cloud nine,
                  chew cutie pie into spikes.
    Each heart seems a milestone in your life,
           honey breaks from moon,
                  wedding from cake.
    All you can do is roll the tongue over
           its sweet nature, remembering
                  a fractured night far off.
    Someone singing in the branches, dream
           boy on the grass, the sugary kiss
                 of real love on the mouth.








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