Riding High

When love is a fearful place.

Passion once burned

me to the core.

So scalding hot

that often I dared not

even touch you

with my words.

Hot coals of desire raged

in magma fury

as I glowed for you

and I prayed

that we would fall

as lovers upon

forever feathers.

But.....................

...................but you stepped away

afraid of the light,

afraid of the intensity

of the sun's rays

and the need to step

and step again,

one foot following the other

in the waltz upon real skin.

Thus you slipped softly,

gratefully into the shadows

and left me to the storm,

left me to be buffeted

by those rogue winds

who blew me onto

barren, stony ground.

 

22/08/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

It is her loss. If only she lingered a little while longer.... she would have known what it means to be in the center of intense desire and its wild wonderful journey, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah if only we could turn back time Mrudula! Many thanks.

[DAH]

Passion and love are two different birds; there can be love without
passion, and there can be passion without love.

This piece, for me, is pure passion, the kind that ignites like
a match to gasoline, and you have conveyed this perfectly,
as in this line:
"Passion once burned
me to the core.
So scalding hot
that often I dared not
even touch you"

This poem is simply hot!

Impressive, John!
DAH

[John Alexander McFadyen]

DAH I am so pleased you saw it so. I agree this is about raw passion. Many thanks.

[DAH]

You're welcome, John!

[Kaede16]

darling, love is always a fearful place, but it is also worth it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I so agree. Many thanks Kaede.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Friendship is an aircraft that needs the fuel of passion, endurance and the thrust of trust to keep it flying together.
You are like a wing and and the other person (being he/she) is like the other wing. Both have to be there and functioning for the flight to be balanced. Only that it is hard to find a compensating and a a complementing wings that could travel through the storm with us together.


Well penned, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed that is true Kay. I agree. Many thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great song...want it played at my service when i pass...have always wanted that.
i remember someone with this poem...we burned out in more ways than one...but we couldn't be around each other without having that passion flame burning brightly...
scorching memories.
j

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Scorching memories indeed Jacob. I intend to go without fuss, no service, no words and an ecological disposal lol. Many thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

I saw the passion here John as a volcano and the eruption of lava flow, red hot and fast moving. Some aren't able to live with the heat. Another fine free verse from you this Thursday late morning.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah! a morning for reminnicience Chris. Up to date with chores and feeling...............have a good day.

[Chris Shaw]

And feeling good I hope? Have a great day now you've taken your pinny off John and got those chores done :))