Ablaze

[Mwaba don]

Awake in his flame,
Like lucid dreaming in hell
Intoxicating, a fragrance trapped in brain cells,
Sweet torment she won't let go of.
Unending visions -- waltz on swirls of passion
Fatigued soul falling in darkness
Desperate sightlessness
Fingers fumbling for his hand, only to be seared
by molten betrayals.
Moments shared, togetherness -- chanting
demons in saints' clothes,
Drinking from bruises on the heart, blood of
dignity.

It is a little hard to get the clear picture of whats happening. Poetry that is well structured and divided usually makes the rhymes sound better than the mixed up whole lot. your writing seems to have a surging flow to it, that is to say it does not sound smooth. so it might need a little smoothening on the edges. Also, the check out some spelling issues. " I didn't get the meaning of the last line.. Drinking from bruises on the heart, blood of dignity. sounds like a nice line though.