venom of sharp words

pain filters through cringing soul

hurts of past ingrained

* * * *

Passion burning red,

Lingering blue freezing hearts,

Obsidian grows.

* * * * * *

Lightning rolls through air-

In the tinged champagne skin of

Lips, fresh on the trail.

Truth sees it clearly

A most heavy load to bear

Let it go to thrive

Red words dancing on glass floors,

our beautiful hearts

singing words we know too well.

You cease to love me

Money is your salvation ,

Leave me be in peace