stgreenieMy ex's
frigid #Dear Me exit text
demanded a response
So I grabbed parchment
and penned
what needed to be said
in a romance sonnet
where petals and pages wed
to try and win her heart back
How pathetic is that?
Post deception
the Inquisitors questioned
those who were forsaken
by the #Phantom Ghost
who plied deceit in muted tones
Once trust was established
the heist was preordained
as the dazed victims
who now curse their ignorance
look for fresh scapegoats to blame
I sank slowly into it
That mattress
sure was a disappointment
when it came to firmness
and physical support
which really messed up
our surreptitious tryst
rendezvous as planned
Comfort should not matter
but it does
to us middle age adulterers
They waited patiently
on the edge of a cliff
to take their turn
jumping into the abyss
The pilgrims believed
their unwavering faith
would offer protection
from the rocky elements below
as they leapt
into the enchanting endangerment
with all the other soon to be dead minions
Thoroughly enchanted was I
by her shadowy elegance
Like charcoal on the brush
her lovely countenance
was a fixed portrait
mounted on the heart walls
of my busted romance memories
til that close out day
when I myself revert to dust
Our view from the train
piecing through
the Winter's landscape
was quite visually deceptive
For we would find
upon arrival
finding solar #warmth
in this chilled environment
was yet another wishful illusion
we brought a long as baggage
Trying to please you
by adhering to your #precious rules
is as ludicrously impossible
as taking a small sip from a waterfall
Drowned by the sheer volume
of conflicting expectations
give me pause to reflect
if your attached high maintenance
is worth the aggravation
What time is breakfast?
I'm having mine in bed
With you hopefully
Though you are a thousand miles away
your sultry syllables sway
over the text airwaves
in such a stimulating way
it makes me feel
all hot and sticky
I just pray you are real
