Love Poem: Burning Bridges

Burning Bridges

There was a time with raging blaze

          when suspension lost track

                    in bad faith and delusion

                              and bridges burnt ahead

Cold it was despite my soul engulfed in fire

          which left its raging spirits

	            in restless stagnant apathy

		              called Self and void oblivion

Smoulder and ember blocked the way

          forward and lava froze over

	            a hell bent on endless dead ends

		              from fake comfort and corrupt deceit


An angel dressed in blue cotton picked up trapped remains

Little did I known of red Princess lace and her thoughtful mind

Not that violet lips would blow upon me kisses and embrace

That walking dead on ashes could invigorate our tender path


Then came a time when shadows realigned

          quivers trembled in heated passion

	            abeyance lit a joyful path of no return

		              abandonment became abundance

Left behind remained false horizons and ruins

          a fading chill forsook frozen memories

	            retrieved our long forgotten souls
 
		              and shone a torch of loving peace


With nothing left to leave behind but dissembled disillusion

Skin touched upon moist fragrant skin and journeys merged

Seduced reclusion into sizzling fingertips searching the source

Blissfully naked we vowed to only burn bridges which we crossed