On a cold December day I awaken to a smile I was told good morning beautiful As the tapestry is woven, you trap me in along the way Clandestine meeting for the first time Nervous, unsure We circle like a battlefield, waiting on the first blow  My hips wrapped around yours, I am lifted against the pillar Your lips deliver a crushing strike Frantic skin and an addiction form Weeks go by, the good morning beautiful falls by the way side Your lips no longer touch mine You write poetry of masks and fallen walls But you run away I … Continue reading Burn