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wildfire.
by Andrew S Adamsher eyes are filled with a wild spark;
the gold that rings her pupils trapped
inside a swirling pool of watercolor blue;
where everything she's seen is etched
as a microscopic record on the surface-
and just beneath, a mystery unfolding
a spiral starting at the center unraveling
with every moment's passage-
i breathe in and kiss her deeply
and the gold spark that rings her pupils
is unleashed into a wildfire-
consuming every inch of these bodies
entwined;
the timber catches
the wind and flames fan
across the matress;
and once the remnants are surveyed
there is nothing but a single flame
consuming itself eternally,
renewed in perpetuity by
the endless flame
in her eyes. 02/05/2008 Posted on 02/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/06/08 at 03:39 AM I like what's here so far, so naturally, I'm very interested to see what this might be in its finished form. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/18/08 at 03:46 PM I see this as a finished poem. It gets metaphysical at the end. Perhaps symbolic of "eternal" love or is it "lust"? |
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