Saturday, May 16, 2009

My passion for you lies dormant
in a glowing ember.

When I am alone,
Thoughts of you ignite a slow burn
in my core.

Downward it spreads
to flaming petals moistened
with flowing nectar made warm
by the intensity of the slow burn.

Legs too weak to stand,
too restless to be still.

Upward it spreads,
A slow, hypnotic dizziness
from the sudden rush
leaves me stoned.

Ishtar's potent narcotics
and drown my reason.

Everything becomes electric
underneath stroking,
fluttering fingers.

Only one thought,
One focus...

Stoke the slow burn.

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