Tag Archives: fire
Woman, vimming grace, there is no need to explain– Your fire, your fate. Advertisements
Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.
Devotion, by torchlight– Braille for lovers when reading each other’s skin and engraving touch in the scented dark.
Hymn, inside Her, by which lovers pass hale music, and fire, through a needle’s hallowed eye.
Vigilant tracking, she stalks life in wary frets– Caution testing fire.
She, heeding the call, summoned the Phoenix on high– seeded in fire, reborn.
She, aflame, tarries to abet silent slow burn– Fire cannot be claimed.
Channeling the fire in my throat to meet my heart’s rising call, or, how the mating of arson and grace breathes new life into immeasurably just cause.
To speak fire these days, to claim desire in a fierce consumptive manner, is no longer a popular notion, no longer in vogue. It is an outworn, outmoded, out-dated form of expression. We know too much, we know too much … Continue reading
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.