The first poem isn’t long enough to stand on its own so, I had to add the second poem. They’re not in any way connected.
ODE TO A MUTILATED HEART.
A puzzled frown then, a delightful smile
Higher the pursuit, the lower the resolve
Finally, a sudden crash
Crash to a conquerors bosom.
Stereotyped chats, moans, giggles
Through days and through nights
Prediction of mind
Knowledge of mood
The lower the resolve, more boring the time
A mock sudden realization
A blank note, a shrill midnight cry
Another mutilated heart is born.
My Sweet Wine.
Could we play the harp all night
The ballad sung by us
Telling the world our love story?
This wine is sweet but why this sweet?
Could it be we are drunken by it
Or do we dream it?
Could you be my Eros
Or the one to prepare the way?
Speak now for I think am muddled.
Could this be the reason I sleep so well
Forgetting all cares and tolls?
Have you used the portion of Ika?
Could this wine be the reason
My virtues cry out to me in moans
As in give in to you?
Could my virtues be vices?
Could this be it?
Could I be insane?