Walk back into LOVE

It is tragic
To walk back into LOVE
Intellectual depravity
unlocks old rooms with stale air
and just for a pinch of shade
or for lust
or merely for survival sake
accept crumbling walls with peeling paint
plaster chipping,
decaying into
effervescence
at the base near the skirting,
the ebony floor
hollowed with termites.
It is disgusting
to enter the rooms, I made
decades ago,
and to step onto their balconies
that lead to the undergrowth of heavens
and not to the fresh air beyond.

It is difficult to hold back
lest the longing splits into
splinters and ambers on which
we burn and bleed,
just because of
lack of caution,
greed
and insipid passion.
~ A