Language of Desire

Finding myself within a language
that lives inside
the grain of spheres
containing spirits of desire.
My pulse raced with a freedom
not caring to resist
the deliciousness of fire.

I traveled through rooms
where love songs
echoed from the roar of lions.
Sometimes I wandered as a lady fair
who steadied herself
only to disappear
on the horizon.  

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound.

Can you hear the words I speak
in this language
known as the spirit of desire?
Does your pulse race
as my own,
not caring
to resist the fire?

Reviews

[Hayley]

I like the repetition of the word "fire"... It really gives me the feel of the poem. The last stanza almost sounds lyrical to me also! It is a passionate piece and the image is a perfect fit. This particularly sticks out to me: "Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned. "
It makes it seem like the risk is higher, but it is still worth it. Maybe you could drown in that fire and get so caught up in it... Great work, as always!

[R J Askew]

Ach, I am sometimes terrified of that fire, always wary of it, because, yes, my pulse does race without care. But then the fire burn, burn, burns it all away and I slightly silly, until it starts again and again ... on and on ... Yes, it can drown us. I feel a mild panic reading your poem as I also feel that the fire causes TROUBLE. The question is, do we risk the trouble and step into the fire. Or do we die a little and avoid the fire altogether, but lead trouble free lives.

[Aidz]

Neva you have excelled yrself on this one, the descriptive nature of each stanza is brill

Loved this one

[Birdman313]

oh yea this is a very interesting piece you have penned

[Thea]

"I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound."
An excellent poem from a great writer...Amazingly written... :)))

[Muse]

We share a common love for pictures that are easy on the eyes. I just can't get over how much our Muses seem to have in common. This reads like fire on water. Hot.....yet fluid, quenching the thirst of the reader. xo

[unknown]

Oh indeed it does, I love the roars and the fire they spark.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is the strange power a woman can hold over a man. We go through the rooms of this poem knowing we will regret the outcome, but just cant seem to help ourselves. I've always been drawn to fire and always wish to touch it. This poem fed my imagination is more than just a few ways. Another gem! Sweet work.

[Dunlack]

Nice! "I traveled through rooms where love songs echoed from the roar of lions" , here you took something as agressive as a lion and brought a soft touch to it. In this piece I can also feel a sense of temptation...Really nice work

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wow. My favorite part had to be the second stanza. Great lines! Seductive. Great write!

[Jvl narasimharao]

Your language is always great