Pyrotechnics
I built a large arch of roses
So I could walk to you.
Scarlet visions in mass doses
Numbed my thorn - torn shoes.
The floral scent dripped firmament,
And lovers dreams of you;
But once I went to where we met,
You ran me through and through.
I lost my balance, down I fell,
From my rose viaduct.
But on the ground I found a match,
And considered it luck.
Burning bridges never felt so good.
Losing everything did me right.
Earning stitches felt like it should,
A stinging aftershock of insight.
Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2017
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