My heart yearned to be fixed...
ached to be rebuilt with the tender hands of
an everlasting forever.
My Sprit, long broken and shattered,
lifted with an optimistic hope
at your entrance.
My Soul...if only for an evanescent moment
returned from its self-induced  isolation.

But your touch was dangerous,
Your lips were toxic, and your words hollow.
I was lost in our temporary lust,
lost in the cold  fire beckoning behind your hazel  eyes.

Shackled was I, in the flames of a fiery passion.
(We so often forget that it is the inferno's we nurture and create ourselves
that consume us whole. In entirety.)
You were my all consuming,
Devouring what was left of me...

Shameful was I,
For enjoying my own destruction.
I felt bliss instead of pain,
I inhaled ecstasy and breathed in fantasy,
All the while choking on the effluvium of your lies.