new beginning

A New Beginning

Her kisses tasted of iron railing a frosty morning,
tore skin off my lips, her eyes were frozen stars
set in a deadly sea of tranquillity, a beauty flawless
and free of guilt. Her body…unbending, unwilling,
an ice maiden in a winter forest, no warm May sun
could ever hope to thaw.

Her pale lips had spots of cardinal crystal residue
of my attempt of resurrection, my love for her I lay
at her feet struck a match in the vast night of silence.
Free, in the glade she stood my new smiling love,
surrounded by flowers of spring; hand in hand we
walked to where days begin.