Ignis Fatuus

Foolish Fire - The Willow-wisp

cold small of my back
cold spot on my thigh
do cold burning ashes
know the end is nigh

been dancing through smoke
eyes avoiding any pyre
biting my lips, 
as i whisper to fire.

'flow in my blood
burn on the skin 
a servant to eros
i need you within."

i close my eyes
move through my dance
the steps from Peitho
the starter of romance.

once guided by erotes
they arent with me tonight
cold air surrounds me
and circles in tight.

"blaze marks on my chest
mark me as fuel
please father fire
do not be so cruel."

only the embers of passion
my fire being unfuelled, 
asking for heat, 
had nobody fooled.

bitting my lips, 
as i whisper to fire,

"i need more than heat
to fuel my desire"

Reviews

[Devons]

A very erudite and mystical poem; constructed with variation and intelligence. A lyrical, classical subtleness to it, with potent imagery. These lines I particularly like:
""blaze marks on my chest
mark me as fuel
please father fire
do not be so cruel."

A very intriguing, almost cryptic piece of work, strong with rhyme and illustration.

[Red Brick Keshner]

cryptical, magical... very sensuous and filled with strong emotions. Thanks for the invite to read this poem.

[Anthony Marshall]

Wow I'm astound by such creativity in your work, perhaps you are of an experienced poet?