Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Battle Scars

A blow torch was taken to our love..
It burned 

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 

No comments: