The Machinery Of Heartbreak

The colors crisp on command
Leaves pulse their veins to the surface
Night lifts up her gauzy skirt
To show us her gyrating ebony thighs

This is the machinery of a heartbreak
We use tenderness as our currency
We also trade skin and breath
Sounds filter in and out
Tinny little tunes over an aged gramophone

We have divine abilities to fête Now
Spoons cap our tongues, curved to the metal
Delight in waning thought, deliberately
Break our own elaborate scheme
This is the machinery of a heartbreak

Twilight dinners rumbling noises distracted
By reminiscence in the melee
A thought reaches a thousand miles
Holding futures hostage - a stolen denoument
This is the machinery of heartbreak

Siphon, no, filter life through cataract eyes
Siphon life through the beloved idea's gut
Gut sovereignty to vacuous delight
Delight through juxtaposed heat - inhale a name
Name this the machinery of heartbreak.

Thrust into mangy memories
Clinging onto a worn skirt
Clamoring for attention
Alone in crowds
Charred