Rising Fires

Screen Shot 2015-05-15 at 5.50.30 PM

White hot thoughts burn tracks inside
traveling through silken crease,
alive and heated with desire.

Engraved in scarlet,
enlivened with fire,
she arises as Spring’s harlot.

Tempest born in windy hollow
suffers not Grief’s reckless intrusion.
Rising fires of deep desire find
their resting spot in his furnace,
conjoined in fire.

Brightest holy place of sacred reflection,
hidden not from Goddess grip.
Whispers on Wind’s tail summon
union’s bliss, ready to receive,
made to give.


2 thoughts on “Rising Fires

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s