their pleasured pain

how this time
this, impossible feeling of
distance

I feel such a longing for
longevity
yet at the same time
I feel its breath
begin to cremate
and I feel, also
her kisses
kissing me to feel
the distance
for it is such a distance
where the language of sorrow
echoes along the path
from the fires
those joyful fires,
breathing

breathing
their pleasured pain

The Extra Shadow

You’re walking home at night
from lamppost
to lamppost

There’s a stillness
a breath
of something

It’s then that you see it

The extra shadow,
and you feel it
touch yours

That stillness
breath
becomes heavy
cold

Your mind,
with fear,
holds a second
tick-tock

It’s time to kiss

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

***