Innocence, Ashes and Burnt Wood
If that cold wind should blow
Do you know
Who will be there?
And what then, will you believe
In; when all you’ve conceived
Turns to venom and lies? ...
Smoke from the hearth,
The hearth, his heart, the same; hers once aflame,
Now, all ashes and burnt wood.
Her earth shattered and upon an inward
glance; you became the eye in your own hurricane,
A calm trance, as everything else went up in flame and
Turmoil twisted all around.
The smoke, this heat, a dream? No.
He, indeed, rose upward high, hard within her
Once to make her moan, twice he made her scream;
How now a thought can suffocate!
The Smoke moves in.
Veins dilating, doomed, deprived.
Skin flush; lungs desperate for breath,
In the glass her streams, unveiled,
Salty-sensual, alas, fall upon numbed lips.
A world apart, a broken heart, your world’s derailed.
He has played his pipes for you
Beckoning and follow you so do,
Like a child led astray.