Bright Light

Cinders ignite and fuel the burn

Singeing all but my body and mind,

Consuming our world, a passion

So deep and raw.

Do not fear the flames, my pet, the flames

That toil within-

Erupt forth a servant of fire, from magma flowing true, through river-veins

Of orange and white.

I look to you and my vision is skew; you are the Sun

And I fly too close, breathing your heat like air, for there is no more air-

My body percolates desire and sweat and lust, to mix

For us a treacherous romance:

Your heart bleeds petroleum, my love a spark alight;

Together, we are bright.

 

Reviews

[Wuji]

This poem has so much power, you used the metaphors so well, it breathed aliveness and mystery and something primal that is hard to capture. You clearly have some talent.

[Simon Welsh]

Love the sensual voice in this. Particularly that penultimate line. Nice.