Once, When Her Kisses Were Fire Incarnate

Once by Michael R. Burch for Beth Once, when her kisses were fire incarnate and left in their imprint bright lipstick, and flame, when her breath rose and fell over smoldering dunes, leaving me listlessly sighing her name . . . Once, when her breasts were as pale, as beguiling, as wan rivers of sand shedding heat like a mist, when her words would at times softly, mildly rebuke me all the while as her lips did more wildly insist . . . Once, when the thought of her echoed and whispered through vast wastelands of need like a Bedouin chant, I ached for the touch of her lips with such longing that I vowed all my former vows to recant . . . Once, only once, something bloomed, of a desiccate seed— this implausible blossom her wild rains of kisses decreed. Originally published by The Lyric