Valentine

Your body in mud pack in line of fire suddenly finds a lover. I was watching with concern. Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires was empty. Do not go raging in the sea, to collect the salt. The pink eye tells the boom. We may meet again, may not. I was leaving behind a trail of exiled skulls on sand. The ghosts had left the home waking up On periphery of trembling moon. The door did not open for apocalypse. I fell over long stemmed roses since life was very desperate!