Burning

[vaneramos]

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



This was written today at The Bookshelf. After a couple glasses of red wine I like it. Later, I'll probably regret posting such a jumble of metaphors.

Just now I noticed the unintentional reference to a William Blake poem in the fourth stanza. Do you see it? I like that, too, partly because it arose from my subconsious, cryptically. It helped me choose the title.

Comments

[jaique.livejournal.com]

I like it too. I think the metaphors jumble nicely.

[missprune.livejournal.com]

I like it - especially the arms like hills, and the smooth rock. THe disconnectedness of the images is pleasing to me.