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-inducedisolation.
But your touch was dangerous, Your lips were toxic, and your words hollow. I was lost in our temporary lust, lost in the coldfire beckoning behind your hazeleyes.
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.