What We Lost In The Fire
Warmth of need
Burned down to ashes
And the lies we told ourselves
To keep it from leaving
Orange and black wisps in swirls of wind
We destructive pillars
only to destroy
only to suffocate
only to deny.
Love and burn
Cherish and consume
Better to see objects of affection destroyed
Than ever set free.
Rather let the memory burn,
an inextinguishable flame
Than free ourselves from the shackles of desire.
how much of ourselves sits smoldering alongside
Until all we are
Is ash and loss.
A belated Valentine’s verse.
She is small, but fiercely sensual. Enjoy.
Mirror me the methods of seduction
from centuries long past
The age of human desire, shifts and sways
yet it’s lustful stripes remain unchanged.
What words stole breath,
What visceral aches prevaded?
How did Romulus lay the captive Sabine lover?
How Andromeda on rocky outcrop chained?
How beckon come hither, Aphrodite? With such plentiful bounty?
To set the trap,
What sweet bait
Ensnared the lover to tumultuous beast
What hook begat line,
Sinking knees, penitent, to ground.
Tender tongues and trembling thighs
Shiver of universal pulse,
How does the mere mortal set tap to your celestial vein?
By what rounded needle do we spread the skin?
And draw out the life of love incarnate?
Happy Early VerseDay, my lovelies.
Normally I would do this tomorrow, but my days have been very scattered this week.
This one kind of came out of nowhere, but…it’s a lip bite and a coy look over shoulder. Share it with someone you love. (and I’m not talkin’ about your mom)
Desire laced and wrapped
around my underfed neurons,
Where every shimmering shiver of anticipation
Swells the wave.
Way back to the dark corners, where thoughts are safe to roam.
Where you lay,
Reposed and calm, but for your heart.
Rolling thunder of hooves against Earth
Nerves and skin, sweat and breath,
Saturated in the quickening of time,
That it will come,