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scorch earth

by Cassandra Leigh

there is
something to be said for the
triumph of seduction;
as I told her last night, lips
stained with wine, I wanted you
weeks before I had you, why
I drown so helpless in your gaze now
knowing what else you have to give.

before I knew you, I knew you were
a bonfire in the midst of
the great wild night,
the game was over
as soon as you said my name.

you talk like someone
who breathes in phrases
of the heart
without even thinking of it, you could
grasp my lexicon.

when I write about you, about
this, I scrawl
half-lucid, half
afraid of what words are coming
out of me.

each day I am warmed hotter by your
sun, my skin parched thirsting
for your touch, I need a
rainstorm, I'm going
up in smoke

07/19/2013

Author's Note: JM

Posted on 07/19/2013
Copyright © 2021 Cassandra Leigh

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/20/13 at 07:25 PM

Excellent use of the extended metaphor, Cassandra. Really enjoyed reading this. Continued success with yur writing!

Posted by Rob Littler on 07/08/18 at 11:48 PM

I am right there in the thick of this, at once a memory for me and for us all... I imbibe knowing the futility of attempting to quench.

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