(7/29/18)

i owe you a poem
churning clouds
head back feet pushing
not able to wait
to feel nothing
but air and flames
beneath...

(7/30/18)

one day later i still owe you a poem
and you keep reminding me
with flashes of crimson and fire
feet pushing off flames mocking
their leaping tongues
the promise of searing pain
bright red berries high up
out of my reach
but i know your fingertips
have blessed them
giving them promise and permission

i hope one day
you will flash close enough to me
in all your brilliance
touch me the way
you have those berries
you are more scorching than any flames
from any source could ever be
the flames fear your heat
cower at your ascending

polar opposite
of how i feel
i crave your flames
complete consumption
the burning away
pain is just that
i need it bone deep
please forge my marrow
take away any softness that I have left hiding in me
it has been left in me to offer up to you
my choicest parts
complete submission is actually
complete control masked
at a mardi gras where we are the only two there
and beads are only
optional