Fire

Some say the burn is necessary
but I beg to differ.

Those rising feelings
when someone is on your mind.
Do they really mean to be there
or are they an excess of Dickens’s cheese?

Will you wake to find the burn
has melted your toasted thoughts
to reveal nothing but a corruption
of moldy imagination?

Of course there is that smile
and those eyes
that fabric touch
and the dancing soft-footed perfume
which as a whole burns holes
but really, do we need it?

That fire
consumes
resistance,
and yet …

The dragon within

The dragon within us all
waits in heated remembrances
for us to call upon
when, in the winter of our times
we feel the need for a little warmth
a little protection
a little fire to harden the clay of resistance
against the ever-growing fear
of apprehension
and the anticipation of what is before us

Someday, perhaps

***

The dark fire of love
will one day perhaps
kiss
the very core
of this solitude
until
all that remains
is ashes
and these ashes
will be breathed upon
they will ignite
and light
they will rise up
to become
solitude no more
but dark kissed fingers
of the light soul of love
~
where passions
burn

***