Tormented passion

Her lip shook
He bit it still
Her eyes were blistered
Her hands were still

Still and stiff
As the bed covers turned
Twisted tangled
Til sound was once heard

An empty chime
On a swollen cracked
Glass, the candle which
Had burned such a flask

Burned ends of her sore
Swollen bones; cracking
Or breaking so quickly
That dawn was awaking

Then and on a cry was heard
It flew across, a dismal herd
I cant remember if it were life or
Sound, or harmful callings

That stand their ground
And grow colder still
For silence has kept them
Aching for more than will

It ceased and a smile rose
From her flesh colored lips
Had she been the crueler
One or had he made the fix

Which had torn them apart
In indignity and indifference
The tare was more silent and painful
Than the stain colored fragrance

Of love, loss and lust
Which cause jealousy
As innocent as a new born
Whose eyes never see