The Death Of Love Poem by Esther Adelana

On this lonely road
walks your spirit and mine
On this lonely road
the sun burns our hearts
On this lonely road
my heart smoked like brown baked pie

On this lonely road
I smell nothing but death
not the death of fauna
not the death of flora
but the death of love
That spirit that binds our soul

On this lonely road
with the sun itself our priest
our oath was sealed
with warm oath
pushed aside for self consummation

On this lonely road
ghostly echoes pierce my spirits
as I lay like infant in cold graves