Fire Through the Screen

Miles of sand, a war-torn sky,
And still, it’s you who floods my mind.
Your face lit soft in pixel light,
A ghost of touch in desert night.

You whisper low, your voice like fire,
Each breath a spark, each word desire.
My hands can’t reach, but still they ache,
For every curve I cannot take.

Your beauty glows through static haze,
A sun that burns in far-off days.
I watch you move, a sacred spell,
A private world where bodies dwell.

You tease the straps from sun-kissed skin,
And I forget the world I’m in.
No bombs, no guns, just you and me,
Two souls undressed by memory.

I talk you through with hungry eyes,
You answer back in breathless sighs.
The screen between us can’t divide
The fever rising deep inside.

This isn’t just some fleeting thrill—
It’s need, it’s love, it’s wanting still.
To claim you whole, to taste your name,
To feel you burn and do the same.

And though you’re half a world away,
We keep the dark and cold at bay.
Through cords and keys and whispered pleas,
We love in digital release.

Come home to me—my heart, my flame.
Until you do, I’ll speak your name
Into the night, into the fire,
With every pixel, every desire.

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.

it
i
it remains empty, so empty.
would you write into it endlessly,
would you writhe inside of it fervently
please ugly please

but no not words
when i said i cannot have the truffles or the waffles or dark chocolate
you broke them down and melted them
you got naked
you spread your legs and you spread it on those lips that forever seemed to conceal a pearl even you did not seem to know you should cherish
i liked that you liked it so i nibbled them clean
but i had to think about how much more insulin
i would need in the night
i wanted to know what truffles and waffles were
i wanted to lick them off your lips that quiver most
but would you get it without the sugar that can **** me
next time
that way i can die a little late and eat you endlessly

but hey i found donuts without sugar
it was sweet too
i ate it alone because who do i share
the yearning for sweet less sweet
while in a sugary decay

venus, i don't want to be your adonis nor anchises
or for you to lie that i am them
or maybe i do, why not
i just wanted to eat something sweet with you
that does not **** me

As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Now, a willow, I drowse above the pond where their bodies float—skin gilded with algae, lips parting the surface, chests arching to the sun. Her sighs ripple outward—her lover drinks them in.

They are wet-silk hair, glistening sweat. Tracing each other’s folds, a slow, open arc startling minnows. Their toes stir the mud where my roots explore.

The blue jay died mid-migration. I barely recall her. Here, they are the only sonnet: lips on sun-warmed skin, their kiss that bends reeds. Below, their legs tangle like my branches—fluid, unpruned.

A heron spears the pond. Startled, they sink. For a breath—water holds them. When they rise, the town whispers of hauntings.

They are not ghosts—just peaches overripe in August.

I can feel the heat                              
                              ­                                                                           
 Coming from your fire                                    
                                                                  
my heart skips a beat                                                                          ­                                                       
  I am burning with desire                                                                        ­   
                                                                      ­                                                
    Put your hand in mine                                              
                                                                ­                                                           Come along with me                                                               
         ­                                                                 ­                                            
    As our fingers intertwine,                                                                                          ­                                                     
I can't even breathe                                                                   ­                                                      
I can smell your scent                                                                       ­                                                    
 It smells so good to me                                                                    ­                                                
You are heaven sent                                                                      ­                                               
This is meant to be                                                                    ­                                                  
Let me hold you near                                                             ­                                                                                                                          ­                                      
Feel your strong embrace                                                                                ­           
  Whisper in your ear                                                                         ­                                    
My breath on your face                                                                      ­                                  
Want to feel your touch       
                                                                                  ­                                    
  I crave your caress                                                                     ­                                                      
  I love you so much                                                             ­                               
                                 ­                                                                 ­              
     Will accept nothing less                                                                      ­                                             
   Want to taste your lips                                                                             ­                                                
   Run my hands over you                                                                    ­                                                
   How could I resist                                                                      ­                  
The fire inside you

It's subtle, but impossible to ignore;
The way a room changes with your presence.
The way our eyes continually search to steal another quarter second glance - you could say we are both in a trance.
Peering out corners of eyes, just to watch the other.
Nerves that make the body ache, invoking thoughts to make the heart flutter.

In downtime my mind traces lines
around the places I might find
Your existence in my life.

Is it just me, pondering the thought?
Am I the only one with feelings being caught?
Am I scheming again, to find out more, when in reality all is naught?

Mercury climbs our glass spine’s rise—
Warm droplets tremble as nerves under tongue.
We name our barometric ache—enchantment:
each storm seeded where ******* pool salt rain.
Fingers tracing, exploring, deepening pressure systems
through our kiss. The glass hums.
Lightning fills the cloudless sky.

Did you say?
Every word that preyed on your heart today.
Caused your soul delay.
Did you let people know?
When your heart glowed.
Invite joy to linger,
Caress the world with wanting fingers.
Was the world your art?
Admiring the fires of creation,
with elation.
Did you tilt your head back?
Abandon all you lack.
And savor earth's breeze,
in it's whooshing dance with the trees.
Live like a voracious wind gust,
to the fullest lust of ease.
Each newborn breath leaves.