A Match and Heart of Thatch

We met in the first showers of october when country was brown, Buds still frail, flowerets closed and our souls chaste. But with one kiss, ten fingers and one match, You set fire to my thatch heart... Now our love is a ghost that rages in the night when the lights are out and the wolves are loud. There seems purpose for living for today; Perhaps man shall fall in love every time he stands And break to bone every time he seeks new purpose. Now I know why the skies are blue, It's a way bodies of high heaven spell the word envy every time they look down at you... The endless celestial beseeches thy hue, until then There will be no more black moons and graceless nights - Old rusty lanterns of our chests once devoid of flame clanging respitelessly in winds waged by past lovers... Only a warm bed and sugary heart songs. 11/01/17 Copyright © All Rights Reserved