When Three End

Demolish my blameless adolescent
Shred his optimism into so many parts
Do without all of that dreadful scent
Slice open the chest and extract his heart

She is my tiny and exquisite one
Conceived from the fright and isolation
Judging she was finished merely for fun
How awfully brash is that opinion

Subsequently our missing queen returns
Sopped in sugar, hiding years of thrash
Washed it away with composed little burns
Now I perceive all that she lashed

In the offing of a guaranteed sound
As the sleek moments dribble off the ceiling
They drop through my stare and enter aloud
Into my mind, enchanting over grand feelings