Love is squishy, pink, and smells like peaches -
Budding, blossom, bloom, Burpee, rot.

It took you years to climb to the peak,
Climbing, and pulling, and stretching, then fall.

Blankets whither and fade; time mashing 
and pulling out the strings of wear and tear.

The sun rises, bakes the world, and eats the dessert
while night invades to steal the cookie jar.

I bought the world with my kisses and crayons, 
dancing alone with the shadows left from the setting sun.

The fugue1 is deadened by the steady hollow bass finality:
“In Christ’s name we pray, Amen.”

1. Fugue: A polyphonic composition in which themes or a theme stated successively by a number of voices in imitation are developed contrapuntally