bubbles

Once

in my soul's lexicon

forever used to be

a bad word

an anachronism to the celerity

of time

and love.

While

their hearts, like chewing gum

would be first sweet

and later fade

to mindless, tasteless

bits of rubber

And i - i would sigh

and pretend

i wasn't bored.

Until

my ego blown up

like a bubble of happiness

boldly pricked,

burst so easily

in the cold light of day.

Then

you, like Prithviraj

rode into my mythic fairytale,
grabbed my heart and
disappeared with it into a pink sunset
while i watched
enraptured,
forever.

1994