It was intimate;
the residue fell so softly to her asphalt skin,
the tyres that spiraled,
like the foreboding moments of her final breath.
It was almost….unearthed
the mimicking that captured me
as I laid in that position.
I could smell it,
the pungent caress of ignition
as it taunted me.
I reached fruitlessly to her very soul
in hope that we we’re entwined in this sanctuary,
But to the world it was just another saga,
just another car crash
from a youth engulfed in dipsomania,
as her blooded oozed so deeply in the gasoline,
it was here…
In the agonising heat,
approaching the end,
our connection was no longer secular.
It was an intricate dance of souls,
A spiritual token,
only to be wedded,
in the bliss of memories.