A blow torch was taken to
our love..
It burned
blue,
blue,
blue.
I saw an image of 2
lovers
in a carnal battle
A fight to the death of
hearts
A power struggle of the
minds,
One with emotional nuclear-like weapons.
The other with a dangerous intellectual sword.
It was a deadly
combination
An exchange of vows
we guarded,
locked up,
 |
turned up the pressure,
pushed buttons and it
detonated.
In just seconds it disintegrated
floating off in the form of smoky clouds
In a bed alone I lie
I’m floating on
the black blankets
rolling before my eyes
Counting the little scars
I feel tingling on my flesh
Writing our saga into a book of history,
a manual to help win the next battle
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