Sestina to the 1020 Bar



Like you, the night is blanketed in darkness
leaving everything hidden except your specter
which haunts my sullen heart. The weight wistfully
reminding me that even I could be infatuated
by something so illicit and debase as a liaison—
a dangerously sly head versus heart betrayal.

In these overwrought times, boredom begs betrayal
leading us all to seek refuge in the tempting darkness.
A message here, a shot there, a smile, a wink, a liaison.
Crazed, yet comforted by the lyrics of your specter—
(Light-headed—in the throes of love—infatuated)
this is but a fiction that reality takes away wistfully.

My morning heart recalls the night wistfully.
I am falling in love with fictions. A betrayal
of a besotting broken-heartedness infatuated
with the empty promises of the drunken darkness.
“Sweet-nothings…” softly whispers your specter.
These contrary obliquities lead only to liaison.

Seduction as weapon in this dangerous liaison
in which passions by night are abandoned wistfully
by morning. I am forlorn as your derelict specter
vacates the void left in my heart. This morning betrayal
lingers, taunting, until the mask of lascivious darkness
returns and I am once again left bare and infatuated.

A cage of passions is the heart infatuated.
After shots of whiskey and Guinness my liaison
leads me on an adventure through the darkness
the past forgotten as I look towards our future wistfully:
a borne love that could not be. A glimpse of betrayal
and above it all, with a mischievous grin, stands your specter

Conscience submitted to connected isolation is the specter
of falling in love at a distance. Becoming infatuated
with a fantasy is the new modern day fairy-tale of betrayal.
A needy girl and a wanton boy in a dirty bar form a liaison.
Prince Charming and the beautiful princess wistfully
locked away in old books and forgotten in the darkness.

Yet at night returns your specter whispering of an illicit liaison
to my disparate heart infatuated while traversing memories wistfully
of this body and soul betrayal in his sapphire blue-eyed darkness.


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