Cirque d’amour

A small monkey in a red vest and fez

I pin my hopes to cumulus nimbus just to watch them float away

The conversations I hold with the all powerful invisible

One sided words transmuted and abluted

No pain as I trip and drop the fragile beating  valentine

No tears fall as images flicker across silver screen

The catch of breath and the burn of my eyes are the only reminders

The monkey in the vest shrieks and smiles its animal smile

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