A Sad Goodbye from a Parallel Path

 

 

 

Playing in the mountain dew
flowing fast and flowing faster
we almost lost our crab Rangoon
and the lobster on our plate
and the jelly donut in the surging tide.

 

There goes our crazy sock collection-
pairs of watermelons, hotdogs, glitter-covered toe warmers
we stand here with our solid colors-
can our feet endure such socky boredom?

 

We amble on in blue hooded jackets
carrying blue stuffed toys,
we stop for a pink picnic in the grass-
pink mixing bowls, pink towels to match,
excuse me, my pink phone just rang…

 

Then we kissed, so sweet and tender
as I grabbed a sock floating by.
This was not a kiss goodbye
but one for future daydreams.

 

We move through the natural stillness
our hands roaming, gasping, moaning
in other-worldly wicked games
while lazy winds blew all around.

 

What if, right here, I told her how I feel,
shall my voice utter it, or my hands?
My heart races. I will wait until she returns
and while I’m standing here in my boxer-briefs
water the forest…

 

Then my stomach churned,
it must have been the broccoli
and the outcome is always embarrassing.
I will slowly go insane.

 

Down the mountain stream we walk
giggling all the way
trading piercing daggers of desire
and a whacked-out sense of twisted humor…

 

I stare at her chest, but that’s alright,
they know, they’re perky, too,
and they’re mine, all mine, just mine today,
I wouldn’t trade them for the moon!

 

Then we fall asleep at night
dreaming of our long starry walk
just a simple romantic at heart
with lots of love to burn.

 

In the morning we take a dip
sand and gravel between our toes
she clings like a dolphin to my shoulders
as I rise like a monster out of the swirl.

 

Now we sit and wonder miles apart
though face to face in memory
the kiss that turned us upside down
between our fiery tempers bare
in bottled red that streaked her hair.

 

This icy romance takes a step
moving slowly, I can’t be quick--
the ice is slick, one move too fast
and I'll be on the ground looking up aghast!

 

The voice in my head speaks of lust
for dripping, staining barbecue sauce
that always seems to stain my crotch
and makes her grin from ear to ear.

 

Twenty four pieces of candy here
they become the center of our universe
until we see the sponge and starfish
guarded by squid tentacles.

 

we hear the rain come pouring down,
yet so tranquil, so pure
illuminating our unclouded minds
with rays of golden sunshine
carried down to us in buckets through the billowing clouds.

 

We spend the time
eliciting screams and tickling thighs
then a peaceful slumber drifts us
into the mundane and bizarre,
like the Fluff Puffs in my mind
behind steel doors rusted shut.

 

She sleeps soundly, what I want to say
weighs like a brick on my chest,
but from this wayward mouth of hell
I shall not trust to words today.

 

Maybe call her ‘buttercup’
though I underestimate her flowery power,
this buttercup far from home
who was once pushed against the wall.

 

We talk of the afterlife
the fiery pits, the dark abyss,
such terrifying speculations
and we are lost among the stirring trees.

 

A squirrel scurries among the branches
as the evening darkens,
it transforms into a vampire
in the moonlit glow
we find it’s bloodlust coffin
and his sharp fangs glistened
as he flies away
to haunt another forest floor.

 

We pass by a pool of stinky bubbles
that rise to the surface.
Noxious fumes.
Whatever it is that's under there
we leave be, and journey on.

 

After the grilled sausage and fries
I enter into fitful dreams-
I am pressed into the Emperor Fluff Puff’s Great Army-
a giant warrior tending their three-foot dragon.
The Fluff Puffs have returned,
seeking revenge from Planet 9-
to us just pieces of cotton candy
melting in our mouths,
now I feel their pain,
and the pain of the marshmallow race before them…

 

The days crawl by
every minute lasting for a happy eternity
trekking across the mountain streams
staring blankly ahead
holding hands.

 

Our words spring to life,
polite and sweet, filled with secrets and suggestions,
then, at the top of my lungs,
I sing to the solitude
and it sings back.

 

The leaves now yellow, orange, and red
create ruby rapids that flow over craggy rocks
releasing drops of crimson flame
and turning into wine.

 

Our paths drift apart unnoticed
as we move forward with the flow,
it’s been ten years now since we parted,
they say parallel paths never meet again.
Oh, that this journey had never begun!

 

So I sit and look at my toes,
now yucky and crusty,
five weeks have past
since they’ve been scrubbed.

 

A tiny ant on his way,
too bad my feet have ruined his day,
I could hear him scream, ‘Help me, help me!”
then nothing. I have to look away.

 

At least I have my toast, hot and buttery,
melting decadently in my mouth,
bacon and eggs and such traditional breakfast fare
holding my broken bones in place
as thoughts of her itch my mind
where I can't reach.

I can picture her now
as seen through the door
with curves she could not hide,
she beckoned me into the shower then
just to fuel my fire,
she knows how hot she’s making me
up until the final moment,
once again she stole my innocence-
a burning ember turned to dust!

 

I am like a fragile little boy
born too soon
in her loving hands
of courage and strength.

 

I watch the trees bend in the gusty breeze
then the raindrops begin to freeze
I’ve been here for too many seasons
and the snow blows stinging flakes
into the flowers that lay sunk in the mud.

 

Tears I don’t want her to see
are bleeding from a heart that no one will mend,
memories flowing down my cheeks
and her whispers run softly through my head.

 

A cup of hot tea comforts me 
around the crackling fire bark
and like bubbles
in a steaming bath
the pain goes away in the dark.

 

Picturing what I cannot say
gone all anticipation
as I travel through this wild place,
eyes now bloodshot and swollen shut
I trod whatever paths that want me here.

 

The first light of day awakens my body,
arms strong, yet tender enough to hold her,
tranquil, now peaceful on high
the trees whispering stories in my ear
about the tigress that waits beyond
the sheets of morning rain.

 

Such luscious thoughts,
Ah, to be in love once again!
The sweetness, the fear, the awe,
a caressing secret in a gentle candlelight...
or just lust run amok?
Such sweet seduction,
hair brushed aside,
carrying her over to the bed,
bodies heaving with desire
enveloped in breathing and wetness
sinful and real…

 

Now it is all too bittersweet
as I wallow in my own despair
this excursion gone horrible wrong
as the summer turns to fall
and a grazing cow slaps me in the face
angry that the season died.

 

I reach the next mountain peak, she's not there.
I need a change of plans, a change of heart,
I kick a pebble down the slope.
Big mistake!

 

It makes me whimper, it makes me scream
if I could only feel what I’ve done to her
let me wake from this traveling horror
and hear her growl, hear her purr…

 

Once she meant the world to me
I hope she’s on a worthy way
I miss her more as each day passes
on this parallel path I hear her laughter.

 

There was a time when we were happy
before our paths went parallel
now through the darkness and the tears,
the blank eternity of long, long years
I retrieve the love that once was there
and write my last line with this quill
plucked from a dove who came to share.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 End of of the "Seven Epic Adventures of candy177".

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Other Parts:
Part I, 1-89: A Dripping Fluffy Sugary Love Drool Ballad
Part II, 90-140: The 'Horny for those Two Lumps on your Chest' Ballad
Part III, 141-184: Some Serious Poetic Male Passion
Part IV, 185-210: Bold and Spicy- Dark Love
Part V, 211-255: Simple, Quiet Love for a Hopeless, Dark Psychotic
Part VI, 256-334: A Precious Love in Our Fantasy Land