FIRE

#Two of four pieces that attempt to express an element as a mindset.

FIRE

210 cell types, all infused with throbbed lust. Wheeze as if dying, and slobber rapacious red thirst. Quivered pink apertures salivate, even in slumber, for candy behind glass, cash wads tucked into denim, and warm flesh calling silken siren songs from blue rayon cliffs. Strained jester scepters serpent moist caves like bullets projected through steely black chambers. Oh fire! Oh sinew! Ride on!

Hungry tongues that hang, warm and bodiless, in the cold evening air, beg and cajole to worm the tickly dermis, and light the sacred mental torches at all 4 corners of the bone helm altar. 

Prometheus krumps naked on a writhen meaty platform held by 400 tan Greek bodies; slithering, heat distorted serpents of Eden. Forbidden Pandora fruit drips with sugary sweat. Whole of the body shivers and moans. Weakness masquerades as power behind the spellbound eye, and the mouse falls over the lion to feast on its mighty girth. Oh pleasure! Oh pain! Ride sweet on waves of hot, wet blood.

Life laced with death wish. Time trickled from erect pink n*****s. Ice of civility melts away for an explosive moment, and the wolves take charge of the night. Howl with me upon nimbus sheets. Squirm with me upon this flawless imperfection. Touch the flame. We’ll let it lick us dry, and char our bones into glorious spirits; ash upon the breeze of a breathy forever. Oh fire! Oh soul! Ride on!
Ride hard!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. The words create places, situation and wild ending.
"Oh fire! Oh soul! Ride on!
Ride hard!"
I did like the above lines. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote