INCOMBUSTIBLE

Within you and these sheets I search for a wildfire

for a passion that pleases and a searing desire.  

 

This craving of flesh and famine of soul

has me crying out for a loss of control 

 

Underneath the pleasure you provide,

I am left clear headed with a map for a guide.

 

But I wish to be lost, dazed and confused,

to be hurting and crying, for my flesh to be bruised.

 

There is no fight and there are no flames;

there is sword and steed, but no Saint James.

 

You offer me embrace and security:

A life led in honesty; life led in purity.

 

Smiles and safety, coffee and dates,

white picket fences and white picket gates.

 

But I crave a fire drenched in agony

For soul shattering love and bleeding insanity.

 

For this passion of mine, shall shrivel and die,

and these wings shall fragment if not permitted to fly.

 

So I leave this bed, all tangled and wet;

So I can search and search, until wildfire I have met. 

Reviews

[NoelHC]

While settle for safe when the soul craves to be burned with passion, indeed. Well written Tash. I think you will do well writing poetry, it suits your style.