burning

there's more to longing than hunger... more to fire than flames...

Burning

 

deep-seated chill possesses me

ice-hard and cold devoid of heat

in my lack and longing lay logs of oak

seasoned and split since winter last

 

aromas of smoky ash, inked newsprint

oak and pine kindling assault my senses

I strike a match with sulfurous blaze

and touch a firebrand to dry tinder...

 

like the passing of a baton from one racer

to another the flame creeps along the edges

of crumpled paper pages...growing...feeding...

a profusion of flame engulfs split logs

 

fanned flames roar with spastic intensity

beguile me with warming heat and fascination...

as a faithful concubine,  with wanton wiles

imparts her hedonistic pleasure.

 

captivatingly, her flames flicker and undulate

hypnotically...she mesmerize me

seducing heat radiates...caresses my swarthy skin

making me flushed and hot to the touch

 

I am like an asp held captive

by the sweet music of the piper’s flute...

enrapt in the her hiss and crackle

undulating flames impel me to “Come and taste!”

 

I weaken as she dances for me...

seduced  by the beauty in her burning...

myriad shades of gold with a tinge of blue,

borne on a bed of glowing crimson coals

 

There is no sound but my breathing

and her hissing as she releases her

essence into the acrid smoke...

She fills me with desire to touch

 

“Beware all ye who dare enter here...

I will yield all that I am to posses her,

but she will possess me in the end

and feed on me until I am nothing...!”

 

Reviews

[JENY]

wow…that is excellent…
imageries you selected …..superb
very creative…

[emmajoy]

Without the Fire there'd be no heat .. and read steam for smoke and you're hooked and possessed.

'I weaken as she dances for me...
seduced by the beauty in her burning...
myriad shades of gold with a tinge of red and blue,
borne on a bed of glowing crimson coals'

'speaking' as someone who loves the magic discovered in a roaring fire, the pictures and movements .. there's sharing in that, but as to the background heat .. you mean something more ..

What a roaring fire you write of, from low heat through to take care, you might blow a fuse .. this is a wonderfully worded piece of writing, finely written, full of passion and near daring hot.

[Liza]

jaw dropping
i personally love fire and burning
this is a beauty of a write
from the ashes
but she will possess me in the end
and feed on me until I am nothing...!”

[deeps]

I loved this write, this is wonderful. I really enjoyed the last stanza the best. So very well written.