Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes

Simple No

Yes she is a judgmental piece of fine art like a painting,
As you look at her lines of beauty, you look away,
Feeling things boil over not wanting acidy rinds to damage,
Her, You, Us, Love.
All Of Our Lives In Her Wedding Dress, Torn.

She spun her hair in a bun,
Took the band off her hand,
Spoke with authority of all our dreams,
Ashes upon the realms of sweetness,
Burning under her eyes, the butt of hallucinations.
Drugs of natural remedies like blue roses on her lips.
It was a simple no, nothing more.

I lied telling you she would change her mind,
She would take you in her arms, love you as I do.
You believed me, relief like tufts of silver sparkles in your stare.
My Words Of Snakes Upon Your Ears As Doves.
Her plans foreboding of future ruins, smoldering,
Simply no spoke without nerves, calm as the sunshine in May.

The life of my limbs now holding you,
Stroking your hair, kissing the back of your arms,
Blindfolding your eyes with a brown, earth covered,hanky.
So you couldn't see the lit match she poised to set us on fire with.
Wanting to burn up, not caring in that moment,
To be soaked in gasoline and welded to you..forever.