Boxed Up
boxed up chocolate sweet and sad
ready to be sniffed and pinched, it’s bad
in the lovely shape of a heart, heartless
and ravishing, ruby red incalculable —
ashes do not lust nor hunger
nor does the adjoining sweet-
heart wish to taste another delicious morsel
instead
plops olives into his nightcap
in the early morning hours
of deeply departed reticence
he remembers hugging
his heart pillow
readying himself
for their precious years
as she rolled up his
compression socks
he held her heart
until it stopped
2/12/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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