Firework Vixen

Fulminate my firework vixen.
From the fumarole, your censorious lava
Sears my soul.

Once a petal shower,
Colour confetti,
Celebrated love connections.

But poison garden,
Gave xanthine venom:
Seeping in, windows of the soul.

Now when I visualize
The jasmine and myrtle bonds,
All I see is a burnt out shell of love's flight.