The Poet's Fire

The Poet’s fire My well had dried up empty with all that remained in silence a viscous gloom of scorching drought of inaudible screams Painfully lost for words and devoid of meaning all emotions and images were stuck in blank waning script Corroded mumbles congested the voice trapped in my mind concealed what seemed to never have been An ink well barren from broken nibs shielding the mask distanced withering intimacy’s length when the fire had gone One step removed from homeless demise you lit my deserted passion engulfed me with lava of a hot lover’s touches rhythm and rhyme Two moons now stream as one seam of dreams wet wild and vital Lunar infinity in pasturous pleasure full measure and intimate treasure I drink from your fountain now we quench each other’s thirst push and pull nectar through wetlands from gravity’s delight Lotus flowers in our hair let down tingle in all the right places Venus mango delta overflows shivering meter’s crescendo We play our chords strings tunes inscribe fingertip poems from skin onto skin tattoo love and compassion nibble irresistible verses Kindle from mating of souls pulse convulse and create one language one foreplay one intro one story one mountain one flute We are children of delight lusting thrusting shivering from line to line in each others arm loins dusting the cobwebs of yesteryear You are my poet tree in motion we are art works in progress and when the night has passed we write another breathless story Our spring narrates in heart blood and passion now that fever and yearning comes to soothe and to slither from serpent to labial match You are my Goddess of tell-fire I am the Prince with that peach for your beach When you crowned my muted longing you once more gave me words