A blow torch was taken to our love..
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
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