Dating Melancholy---- see i am a poet too

A roving roustabout, he was
a splintered heart, a sunburned swart
Amid his barmy expeditions,
inert feelings and dreary notions, he was
down in the dumps with Melancholy the attendant

Just that once there was no night
It was polluted by daylight
Exquisite chic 
Twinkling eyes, dimpled cheek
Michelangelo’s masterpiece
Oasis for his roving years

“What do you want”?
And she tuned her placket
What are you doing in this store of jacket?   
I own it
No your charm possesses me

He took the sheathing
Smiles exchanged, money escorted
Melancholy his only date
Was waiting outside the store…..

Her beauty dinted the hours of darkness
In unlocked eyes he sheltered his dreams
His love had the shape of jacket

Similar eyes, familiar smile
Same questions, identical exchange
500 bucks for her smile,
Discounted….

It transpired a routine
Went on for months
But one fine day
She had to go away

Her people waiting in the hills
He went over
To pay for her last smile

“You know “ll miss you”
“My spouse missed me too”
“Spouse…. come again?”
“Come to the mountains”
 “You will be in my heart”
He waved for the cavalcade


To hell with the mountains and to hell with the jackets
And what about me
Asked melancholy
You are my date
He was infected to smile…