Where the waters ran most swiftly
We would lay, one form, two souls
Warmed by the sun and desire in equal parts

There was talk of love, but that was
A dissertation for quieter places
Where raiment and sobriety reigned
And we could sip the wine of conversation

Here in the meadow, we said little;
Here the moans of the inarticulate reigned

Each earthy cry brought
Forth our complete and utter
Comprehension of the arson
We had ignited to wanting flesh

Oh love, I have tasted you!
Your perfume and cream;
The fruit of your flesh and
All its sweet mystery

You have touched me
And held me and wanted me

Your eyes have gone black and deep
With your desires, unfettered
By convention or the sanity we leave behind

You sipped my ambrosia and wanted more
I was baptized at your sacred temple
And worship there forever.

Oh, how we
Tumbled in the sun and rain and knew
Not which liquors passed our lips
And rendered us incoherent

We walk in the sun
Holding hands which touched the flame

Pressing fingers to lips which scorched
The other’s flesh, everywhere

Rendering the poems of ancients
On your ears, pretending civility
To the world, while conjoined in the
Madness of our fire.

05/01/2012

Posted on 05/01/2012
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