Monday, 31 October 2016


Two souls wandering
This earth
Lost and alone

When they met
It was like a bomb going off
Creating a mushroom cloud

Their desire burned white hot
Like an unquenchable fire
Wild and free

They mated
With a burning passion
That consumed their very souls

Sated, their desire quenched
They parted
To again wander the earth
Lost and alone

© Phil Renaud 2016