DEADLY REJUVENATIONS

 

A kiss on the lips,

burns like acid.

deadlier than a heart-attack

Is a heart pulsating for love?

 

Flowers wither away under the sun,

crumbling to ashes.

The pain. The burn.

has started a melody in the garden,

 

The new weeds

that grow have

strangled my vocal cords.

 

Green, dark and black.

they grow covering

the blue skies

Into utter oblivion.

 

Even when the candle flickers,

Love is seen in the soot.

 

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