Heart Breaker
Years and years since this lanternless heart lost flame;
The sun sits atop me, so I'm walking down this barren road,
Potholes are fresh, memories the red of wool on a surgery bed
And my shadow is but a nimbus without a will of his on...
Bound to the ways of his restless master only to die at dusk.
Promises are castles of glass and now her hopes know a thousand cuts;
The soreness of a woman whose mash-mellow heart commits unto love
Is the anguish of a general whose limbs are lost to the war---
And every tear is a salty prayer to heaven.
I'm a heartbreaker, I bring pain with me and I've broken again,
But today the heart is at guilt, there is no running,
No hiding only walking of atonement of seeking the sugar
of a bosom whose dough rose from a lozi oven.
-- Maybe love like life should end in flames of a crematorium --
Where there is no peace, where eleven bedrooms of white silk are lightless docks,
The heart is a haunted mansion, there never can be sleep.
19/01/18
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