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