It May Not Seem

it may not seem to the naked eye that fire burns in the bye and bye sparks within a sacred fire combust the truth in a half-born lie crafted in confusion tight lips unpry in the valley of your thighs in the surrender of spasmodic cries did we almost die were we lovemaking on that try? the pong of the ping and power growing was that volley singing the song of our flowing? do we come when we go into the core of our hearts do we reassemble our orgasmed parts? fragments of pain from childhood’s wake fierce fire melts them whole for love’s sake tears follow rivulets that laughter makes as our bodies paintbrush this unmarked space with whatever tongues we we choose to taste the flavors of our sweet embrace that plunges us into loving Grace ours is the blessing of passionate peace wild lovers churned by Indigo’s feet steel desire silk’s caress sweet we are the fire where life and death meet we are that place where the sacred heart beats.