The stores are littered half-priced bits of colorful hearts.
Melted chocolate and commercialized “romance”…
Millions are suffering hangovers from overindulging in pleasure, without the balance of commitment.
Love has been maligned yet again, as the bitter victims call her false.
And now it is time for the quiet snow to wash away all the lipstick and broken dreams…
Sweet lover’s face Forget his seduction harms Drinking in this poisonous grace Letting dark caresses fill this space Suave night has charms Sweet lover’s face Enter in my breathing place Tame these natural alarms Drinking in this poisonous grace Letting pleasure erase Holding close with sultry arms Sweet lover’s face Speeding pulse in headlong race Forget his seduction harms Drinking in this poisonous grace Fingers interlock and bodies interlace Tame these natural alarms Drinking in this poisonous graceThis poem is loosely based on the Villanelle Poetry Style. I took some liberties with adapting it, but for the most part, I followed the rules.
The Wisdom of Gavroche 