A Veritable Casanova

a poem

my mind has flown away after the fracas it created with the heart the heart was becoming moody and was rumored to have an affair. The maid who spent a day over my bed- making my bed, silly- was sweet Ah, reign in your thoughts, I never had any heart, just an affair, and the heart I mention, was hers now I am searching my mind, it seems to be swooning over this room full of red cheeks, chicks- it can’t seem to control its euphoria, euphony that is bugging my ears

the ears that are listening to another fluttering heart making its way to me ©M.D.B.

This poem is based on the prompt ‘Fracas’ from Terry Mansfield. Thank you, Terry. Please do read his amazing work.