The meeting of flint on flint
mind on mind
sends sparks flying
into the midnight sky
whilst others set alight
to the tinder of this parched heart
that I call mine.

Now through the flames that flicker
in this wild and wanton wind
dreaming of quenching my desire
on the warmest of moist lips
to hold you close to me
for you my heart are my bonfire.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris