Gone with the wind

beneath star-studded skies, we danced with glistened, sharpened knives ever so soft, with poisoned lips, we kissed cease the reaper,s song so bold we were, strayed the crooked course, pass the color-coded fences, mere false pretences i guese we slept once too often in the lion,s den of wickedness,recklessness our ending abrupt,all too sudden my heart still yearning as these echoes flow from a poet with cryptic pen…