Retreat

Spinning colors,
Under the glass mirrors
of a kaleidoscope,
Slipping under until
you lit me on fire with your love & hope,
In sequence with very heart beat,
Burned by the heat,
Tying a cherry stem
with your tongue,
Silk web spun
around my lungs,
Breathless,
draped over the sun,
Finger to the trigger
of my downfalls gun,
Standing alone
out of the depths of a dream,
Knee deep,
Unable to move my feet
in the wounded
armies retreat.