Pluck a small piece of heart,
Sweeten intensely.
Sprinkle with candied words,
Embrace warmly.
And toast by the fireside
To crystallize hope.
…..
When life beckons,
Slip away in a blipbeat;
But carry dark gloves
To dispose off the charred remains
When you turn the corner
And remember to hasten back.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Incredibly moving – and so umm.. physcially tangible. I can almost smell the decked up hope and hear the crunch of discarded dreams under stomping feet.
Felt like melted chocolate coating my tongue…utterly yummy and soooooo sensuous.
Nino’s Mum: Like nutties.
M4: You think so? It tasted pretty bitter when it spilled out. 🙂
Alas and alack, my darling OJ
Was that heart hastily given away?
That crystallized hope
May yet help it elope
Before the scenario (and hair) turn gray!
Bitter, yes, of course. But the reader’s pleasure, in this case mine, was akin to enjoying a good chocolate bar!
Aunty G: I’d have to check
with the dark heart-speck
for the one to pine
wasn’t actually mine
with a noose around its neck.
M4: 🙂 That’s why the category.