I wear you like fire
the cloak of your skin
a sunspot in the night
your waves of flame
combust me
into molten copper
glowing lips brand mine
your breath in me
blisters my lungs
my heart pumps flame
bones melt
my soul in ashes
the fire of you
engulfs me
transforms me
to light and heat
and sparks rise
like stars in the night –
now living only
in the center
of your flame
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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led by the light
so beautiful
the fire of you
engulfs me
transforms me
to light and heat
and sparks rise
like stars in the night –

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Beautiful ~ !
You did a lot with the contest theme.

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This is an alluring piece of devotion and intensity throughout. The references are strong and solid, reflecting the love proclaimed and that bit of weakness once embraced. Very well spoken! The repetition of 'flame' indeed confessing the essence of severity - the fevers which dance, and the passion ensued. Great write!


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I loved the passion in this write ...
and the overwhelming feelings it instigates ... but for some reason the soot and smoke do not belong in this poem ... I wish this passion to be clear and purifying; burning eternally; burning right into the Core of Being. Yes. Forever in the center of the flame.

Myra

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Thank you for your comment. You are correct, soot and smoke will now be light and heat. Your talent and instincts are in good form -- I think this one reads a little better now.
Garrison
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very romantic...pure heat in this sensual write. Okay, I am now wide awake and ready to rumble
My best wishes for you in the contest, Garrison. Love, Lane


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"the cloak of your skin"
Smouldering.
Great impact in the ending.


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This is the way to go up in flames! Loved the progression, the burning sensation here and especialy the closing lines, Garrison - lovely.
~ Nicolette


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Your instincts are flawless. Thank you. Your suggestions and inspiration are always perfect. This is just one of many I owe you.
Garrison -
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Garrison - you don't owe me anything, it's my pleasure
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