Fire Flower
Radiant, she is
Like the sun or moon
Reflecting, a beam,
A blast, a rosy
Flare rising eager,
Rooted to the earth
And bursting in air.
She’s a flash ember
Igniting, aglow
With purpose, ready
For thorns and spilled blood
But not the blue heart,
The melancholy
Hunger of desire
Her long and lithesome
Stem so inspires. Fire
Petals in her gaze,
Flames abloom, jutting
And scathing the lush
Layers of my soul.
Breathing in, I burn.
Like the sun or moon
Reflecting, a beam,
A blast, a rosy
Flare rising eager,
Rooted to the earth
And bursting in air.
She’s a flash ember
Igniting, aglow
With purpose, ready
For thorns and spilled blood
But not the blue heart,
The melancholy
Hunger of desire
Her long and lithesome
Stem so inspires. Fire
Petals in her gaze,
Flames abloom, jutting
And scathing the lush
Layers of my soul.
Breathing in, I burn.


1 Comments:
At 11:47 AM,
Jay said…
Beautiful, but are we ever really ready for the thorns and spilled blood?
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