inhaling dead roses

he was a reflection of my inner self  
the representation of the demon in me  
caged behind the dead rose posy  
overloaded with Chanel perfume  
and the cloying scent of red wine addiction  
 
she was a virgin suicide waiting to happen  
youth and innocence her mask  
for the societal masquerade ball  
where no one is themselves  
 
she liked my smile and I liked her lies
we courted languidly beneath a blue moon  
tangled in the brambles of shame and desire  
 
our union like the birth of a black hole  
leaving our souls desolate  
and pocked with dry grass fires  
violent sparks of passion  
among the empty words we spent  
that we could live forever  
in the dark  
 
© 2012