Poem for the Day: Conversation Hearts

 

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.