Lit quietly
an embryonic tribal dance
swimming feverishly as
life courses through
veins, heart
and subconscious.
Yet:
fast-forward, thirty years
intimacy playing its game of chance
the labia unresponsive to kiss or whisper.
The soul searching for its place under the moon.
The fire waned by tears.
Touch aches every inch of her body
fear quells affection;
and not too long ago,
wrestled bulls to the ground.
The flames once covered
masses of land, howled
deeply into the caverns of desire.
But:
soon reduced to a flicker -
a mind-fuck, clearly instructed
by unresolved issues...
that no longer wish to tango.
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is really very beautiful and soulful. It shows so much depth and spirit! You are a great writer!
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