Adios Corazon

Michelle Javid Fulton
May 22, 2005
iranian.com

Ambiance of a candlelit room
Aromas of perfume
The patient bonsai longs to bloom

Lavender tears trickle down her face
Red-blood cells race to fulfill the trace
Heaving heartbeats penetrate the lace

Tense fractured hearts
Each punctured by darts
Whirlwind falling in parts

Words on fire turn into smoke
Benign hearts begin to choke
Gasping for air so to not croak

My love, all is well
I promise I will
Suture the spears in mabelle

I´ll embrace your bronze hued chest tone
And hear the rhythm of your heart postpone...
Adios Corazon