Immolation: The Worth of Living by Richard PaezImmolation: The Worth of Living
“Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.”
I awoke from desert-dreams to find
the sun carved on her belly –
radiant (I bend and twist to feel her)
aurora (I strain to reach,
caress her liquid-burning skin,
that lightning-haloed blaze,
those horns and licking flames).
There's a devil in me:
he's been cold for far too long and I,
I burn – I live and die – blown away
by the little tastes she gives me.
I want to swallow, be swallowed
in her immolating gaze,
and were she to come down,
conflagrate my world entire,
reduce me to cinders and obsidian
in those searing seconds
I would learn the worth of living.
(I knew her before
when she was just a candle-lit sliver
crushed between dead skies
and unyielding horizons.)
(I slept on stones, huddling for heat,
howling with the other wolves,
keeping company with smoke:
all shadow plays and kindling.)
And now: She rises.
She walks through storms.
She shines, pouring liquid fire
here at the edge of the world and I,
I burn, burn, burn
tempered and purified
by the sight of her
and seeing for the first time:
My fingertips,
my tongue and eyes,
with but a glance and a gesture
she burns them all away:
I awake from desert-dreams to find
the sun carved upon her belly,
radiant, and for the first time
see what it means to see:
By the little tastes she gives me
I learn the worth of living.
05/16/2010 Posted on 05/17/2010 Copyright © 2025 Richard Paez
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/17/10 at 03:41 PM I never get tired of this kind of thing. Enormously inventive, clever and quite brilliant in its attention to form. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/17/10 at 09:29 PM Does she not always feed the mind? A very strong write with greast images as always. |
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