The mind, the heart

‘No, I am not a party to this

free flow of emotions

the gush of uninhibited affections

the steadfast of love

(fasting, fasting!!!!)

seriously this output sans input’

the mind said sarcastically

ticking off boxes

rolling eyes

curling sly lips

‘gets to me totally

its sinful, wasteful to say the least!’

but the heart, ah, the heart

shameless in love puerile affirmed again

that which should die of want of succor

doth here flourish in dreams and make beliefs

blushing unseen and nodding to self

building castles in the air.

Finding such conversation

remarkably stupid

a classic waste of time

she cried, ‘hush, you fools

let me get this report on the table!’