Igneous Heart

A smell of smooth violets fills the

air, brightness suddenly envelops

the dim room.

Hearts bleeding with joy, as they

race to see the engagingly entrance

that is about to unfold.

Shudders soon skip to the sky,

pouring light onto the wooden

settles.

Piano keys begin to cut through

the noise of silent, subtle chattering.

Rising to their feet, a frosted cloth

can be seen upon a powdered,

polished, perfect face.

Ticking and tocking, time

becomes unaware of the

boundaries brought between the

beauty that has surfaced.

Perched in the forefront of the

preachers’ podium stood a smile.

The perfect face drifts towards the

standing smile and a connection is

created between two palms.

Soulful signs of seriousness begin

to fall from the perched preacher’s

jaws. Joyfully joining the two before

him.

The two taste tendencies of tattered

trust. Touching their tyrant tongues

together.

Sitting silently shattered in the settles

a heart bursts belligerently beating

beneath the battered bullets.

Ticking and tocking of time are

tossed to the tantalizingly torment

taken from the tops of the tower.

A ferocious fire is formed within

a mind fluttering full of forgetful

memories.

Water washes his eyes, wasting

away the wishes and the wants.

Fading becomes a foundation

of my fearful heart and the flames

from the fire force me to face the fact.

The pained preacher concludes our

story, pronouncing the imperfect face

and the crooked smile in holy matrimony.