Emotions flare red
In the cauldron of devotion
As the life within, bucks and troubles

Tempers spiral
In orchestral culmination
Every notch of betrayal luminous
Every instant of carelessness
Risen with scalding vengeance

Hearts blister
As words arch and condemn
With arms passionately flailing
Conveying and explaining with desperation

They unknowingly reach
Striving for the martyred past
Their glimmering era of true devotion
Young
Foolish
Generous and unaware

Let hatred subside
As it always should
Coiled in the ways
Of stirring desire

Mend the fabrics
In a lovers toil
With wandering palms
Lips and curves

Touch
Unfazed and greatly restored
With voices heaved high
Sparing purest jubilation

And care not
For what was
Or what for
Here and now
Yields so much to adore