I remain dazzled by
The subtle flash of your
Enchanting, sistine eyes,
& sweet margarine cheeks

My heart extends its wings
& glides with all the doves
Upon hearing the sound
Of your soothing giggle.  

I’m at the mercy of
Your immaculate touch;
My adulation for
You is ineffable.

& yet, despite it all,
The pungent taste of a
Love turned sour remains
Fresh on my seething lips.

O I wish I’d never
Been tickled by the touch
Of love; & I wish you
& I’d never spoken!  

It seems I’ve been cursed
To love what can’t be loved,
& hate what can’t be hated.