Who Do You Love

[originally published 25.7.2008]

Who do you love?

Not God, who with perjury threatens,
And scrutinizes your sins 'neath a diamond-cutter's lens.
Certainly not God! That grumpy old man,
Doling stale pumpkin juice in a budweiser can,
And laughing as we chortle and gag...

Not mom, not dad, who, when their youth is done,
Look for wrinkles and white hairs on their daughter and son.
Condemn his friends, condemn her phone
And girlfriends, movies, and short skirts bemoan,
And their own orgies and tantrums forget,
And memories of youth in dungeons closet.

Not that girl you lov'd with her plumped up lips,
Batting her eyelashes over pizzas and chips,
Holding your hands in movie halls,
Kissing you on tiptoes when twilight falls,
Sighing and moaning in passion and pain,
Swearing eternal love by slicing her vein,
And penning 32-page letters to you, did she?

And then, one day, she packs and leaves,
All those movies and chips are done, she leaves,
And all those holding of hands, and letters, she says,
Are just silly things of our yesterdays,
Best to forget and our paths divide,
You be happy in your life, and I'll be in mine,
And then, Miss. Plumpy-Lips is gone.

(to be contd)