Fire
soak me in kerosene,
light me on fire and
watch me drown before I burn.
our bodies shake and
squirm together—violent
energy as the fire grows in rhythm.
we must have danced all
night; hands touching,
grabbing, caressing each
other. but we never said a word.
Hot stuff...Love how you shocked and surprised me :D
ReplyDeleteThank you =]
DeleteI like the new look and good luck with your new Traveling Writer project. We need as many poetry communities we can get. It is great to read your poems again: such energy in the lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I appreciate the visit. Glad you enjoyed reading =] Traveling Writers is a slow start lol but I'll get some views soon I think ^_^
DeleteOne word: hot.
ReplyDeleteThanks =]
DeleteThere is a lot of passionate imagery in this piece. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely smokin. My hat's off.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to see you can have a subdued evening. smile
ReplyDeleteI need a cold shower, now! Evocative!
ReplyDeleteWith a nod of his lank hair, Jamie stopped me on the sidewalk in the Winter quad. I waited while he made and lit an unfiltered smoke. With the sulfurous fumes from his still-burning match tingling in my eye, he croaked out "love is a dog from the hell personals", and walked past.
ReplyDeletesometimes words are not necessary, good stuff
ReplyDeleteI especially enjoy the drowning part of the dance.
ReplyDeleteThe Traveling Writers group looks well organized and sounds like fun.
Glad I stopped in!