Feed

I think
I glimpsed
the flickering sparks
of long stored reserves
of undiscovered rocket fuel
I can feel an ember burning
glowing brighter
everytime I feed it oxygen
Lovely smoke is rising
blinking as I walk through it
wafting
slowly
curling
around me
for me
from me
I am smoldering
in incubation
with desire
building
a little bigger
a little fuller
a little hotter
a little deeper
each day
Starting at the core of me
the red center
is spreading quietly
Sparks fly on occasion
moments of understanding
that whistle through me
bursting in brief firework displays
keep me blowing
on the bed of hot coals forming
I back away when the heat singes my face
However, it won't be long
A thick, seared and calloused skin is forming
not protecting me from
but merging me with
the flames that are soon to be born
Licking my face
Nipping at my lips
Soon to howl through me
like the worship of a full moon in the new spring
My forest will rage
fierce and fast
with illuminating light
the past lives of old growth
will create fertile ash
with which to nourish and grow renewed
Until then
in the winter of my soul
I shall crouch around the circle of stones
watch the shooting stars that rocket across the sky with anticipation
listen to the animals that emerge from my midnight
and sing beautiful
breath filled
stirring
soul full songs
to this accumulating collection of pulsing embers
soon 
to be
a reawakened
inferno

Jan. 2015

Desire

There is a cry

that comes from the exquisite pain of unfulfilled desire

The intoxicating scent of your beloved

enters your lungs

breathes straight to the core of you

The ecstasy of want breaking open your heart

filling your mynd

charging your body

inhabiting your soul

A sharp, deep inhale turns to a long, trembling exhale

slowly inching up your neck in imagined kisses

and catches in your throat

In the battle for control

your head tilts back

your mouth opens

and the requite of your beloveds heart

combined with the unrequite of your beloveds body

slips out the outside corners of your eyes

the way silk panties slide quickly down smooth legs 

You feel the trickle undulate sensuously, down the sides of your face, into your ears

drowning out all the noise

but it doesn't matter

for you are trapped on the inside anyway

dancing with your imagination

For, in this moment

the real and present and actual moment

there are no gentle fingertips

No warmth from the nearness

No breath to blanket you with goosebumps

No lips softly locked, holding each others secret combination

No inhales or exhales exchanged in between

No chests pressed together to synchronize heartbeats

No blush on your skin from hands that grip you

No marks on your shoulders from pleading fingernails

No whispers in your ear to seduce or soothe you

And it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and it aches

and if it aches long enough

it begins to eat you from the inside out

until the pain is so great

that you cannot stand it anymore

and you begin to whisper to yourself

...because you need that someone to

and you begin to soothe yourself

...because you need that someone to

and you begin to love yourself

...because you need that someone to

and that is how you begin 

to learn

to someday

when the moment is right

let someone

love you in return.

Closer to done...