Cinders swim In the summer breezeLike gold coinsThrough my fingers. SmokeBeckons with silver plumes.I follow. Its scent is strongWith oak and cherry,And kisses my lipsHello, goodbye.I follow. All aroundThe wreckage playsA symphonyOf crackles and snaps.And the timber singsA friend's sweet elegy.I follow. The world glowsWithin the hot embraceOf orange and scarlet.I surrender. Flames enclose me.All... Continue Reading →
Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I'm silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With... Continue Reading →
Fireflies flit Around the beckoning flames Like paper lanterns, Shimmery and gold, Floating towards the sun. You hum a labored tune Deep in your weary chest. The air is crisp, Your fingers numb. Your voice fails. Your head falls While the scorched logs Hiss, and the smoke Rises ever higher.
A fragile fire flickers In my breast, locked Behind bars of pasty bone. The cracked, red coals sputter And the flames lick lower, As they spit Steam and smoke.
Around the coals decayed To black, a circle Of rocks savors What warmth remains, What light tests the dark. The once roaring fire That charred their rocky sides, Now a shivering tongue Coiled in ash. A faint glow kindles Off the wind's whispers. For a breath The stony guards smile orange And their shadows stretch... Continue Reading →