Flirting and Disaster

after I laid my heart in her skirt
did I realize shadows dissent from mistakes,
I was attracted to her chapel windows
they were protruding the shade of God
and since I was a sinner, I saw the scene.

after we prayed in the room
and made tongues of fire consummate our souls
I left with a hole in my head
it had remnants of a phrase from mother
‘son, stop flirting with disaster’.

Fire has a friend and it is ash
sin has a soul and it is guilt
if you chew the wind, you still will not be breeze.
I drew my master piece in her cathedrals
and still did not make it to her heaven.

Ruddapoet