Burning

He is lucid as heaven
bright as fireflies
his tongue a lyrical thread
his mind a symphony

With arms like the hills
he holds me between them
near the garden
a smooth rock in the sun
his breath fragrant
with black locust blossoms

He guides like a river
with the strength of torrential rain
his hips are the earth quaking
the rhythm of time

My memory of him
is a firebrand
a tiger in the shadows
I am alone in the rainforest
desire dripping from leaves
in the night

His eye is the full moon
striking suddenly
with poison paralyzing

( notes )