Desire's Fire

It is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable derived from delusion’s wondering eye of dire, roaming around in squandered robes of pretend, it offends me… Idly it bends the very mending of heart’s love as loves exquisite stitch tries to weave her tapestry I live in her…I desire her very soul… as a whole I am absorbed by her in mutual absolute like the root of an aged tree to the rained ground beneath me this is we: Gracious energy like the first touch of your skin, you within me within love we are free, beneath my fingertips you feel what my lips don’t speak, three freaks…you, me and love unique. Inside your eyes a cascading world is locked in mine as I find I spiral to the depths of your desire… that fire that frees me from the forgettable. My hope exists in and beyond love this way as I lay dazed in a maize of vivacious bliss as though a first kiss of deep gentleness yet known… I am alone waiting to fall. When love knocks on my heart’s door she will know through the windows of my wild wanting soul a new kind of whole let go to the energies of life as we swing rushing on passion’s wing like the voice that sings lyrics of hear felt feeling reeling you in…true believing. I so crave every piece that exists as your being seeing beyond just that sexual feeling, devoured entirely by the way you move, by the way you move me… how I feel when I see you feel me as love is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable. Love bares no chains to those who really see the exquisite stitch weaved in her tapestry be her captivating eyes… Home to her true desires.