"Candy never said"

                                              She was born into it all-She had no choice.
                                              Anon highway diner parking-lot delirium; I should have known better. As a sleepless sun rose out of the Eastern Appalachians one crude morning; transcending drunken truckers down narrow crystal-meth freeways and bled yellow January evening skies. Radiant orange tapestries spread out against dawn's cloudless silhouettes.
                                             She looked placidly through awe-stricken eyes while going down on you; through city alleyways filled with expired milk-carton children,  street-cornered intersection pedestrian pilgrimages home in her young mother's stilettos .
                                              We laughed through intoxicating midnight mishaps into belligerent nocturnal transactions. Delicate florid peep-holes of pink feminine undertones temporarily released me from my painful track-records. She had grace; not god-given, fixed and learned centerfold behaviors. Candy never promised me love, warm embraces drained my hollow soul with artificial casino vibrations,  stale coffee-grinds rinsed down her-efficiency's kitchen sink;
             rusted piping and torturous night-terrors of last year; chained to her ex-husband's radiator on happy-hour Thursdays.
                                            Candy never said she was going to cure my ails, she never did and she never will. Iridescent noonday transparencies inflected luminous shadows under stolen second-story Holiday Inn curtains. We ordered take out while a late clocked poured out inevitable hours of blatant vulnerability. Humanly and conspicuous, we never had to get the authorities involved; we always did. As traffic leaked through flickering interstates of restroom innuendos.
                                             Candy never did the things she did because she had to, we had to suffer through her profession's promiscuity. Passion defied our peace and livelihood; unsatisfied lusts and unmet adolescent needs, she poured her self another, as her cellular phone rang endlessly from an feline garnished laboratory. Apartment building holidays rang out in bleak January, we made New Years resolutions that wouldn't resolve anything. Sub-conscious neighborhood shackles and fetishes, emotional S&M, parental bondage techniques applied by her family's finances.
                                           I loved Candy as she climbed out onto abrupt domestic balconies and hurled herself onto the cold unforgiving pavement.
                                          I will always love Candy, though she robbed me of my adulthood. Candy stole  joy from me- eternally depraved in planned parenthood embryos and motherly radiance. She coveted our memories with unnecessary prudence, insidiously blackmailing me with sacred memories of a young man coming into himself
       and
           her.