POEM: An Affair To Forget
He liked her, far more than he wanted to,
And for reasons he didn’t want to think about, much less discuss
She, as always, dragged kicking and screaming in…
Enjoying the experience, quite reluctant to admit
Oddly enough, it was memorable
For a short while
Till they encountered the return to near-normalcy
Sarcasm to cover up that which defied explanation
Flippancy to shroud fear
Back to business, life as usual.
They went their separate ways
Into sweet, poisonous lies disguised as confession
And acidic truths masquerading as satire
For a while they shot arrows at each other
Of chilling indifference,
Of macabre over-attention,
And searing affection for others
And finally they rested
She lay, wasted in her mortal remains,
Satiated with pain…always so heady, it gave her a hangover
While he mused, stoic as ever,
Life must be a woman…evil bitch.
Ideasmith never stops exotic story telling…does she?
I love the life in her!
Also, affairs with unworthy ones are best forgotten, kept alive in Art inspired by Life and nothing much beyond
She ain’t only a bitch, but got the puppies too!!!
Affairs best forgotten are reborn as stories, yes? 🙂
whew! just reading about it is exhausting… woman, you have some passion!
@ Precious: Absolutely. What cannot be cured, must be endured. Why not give it garnish and make it enjoyable?
@ Ashish: LOL!
@ Hyde: 😉 See reply to Precious above.
@ Sense: Remember our conversation on Sherlock Holmes?
Are you attempting to soften your stance against men for a fraction of a moment?
@ Apasserby: This is the Idea-smithy, not XXFactor. We openly admit to liking men quite a bit here. 🙂
Oh! For a moment, I thought the pigs learnt to fly, the tail got straight,… 🙂