The heat.
The ache.
It comes in waves like the sea.
Tears ebb and flow and the swollen heat in my chest rises and falls.
Flames licking my ribcage and dancing up my spine.
Neck tense, face swollen.
I can’t but help think about means of escape.
Physical.
Emotional.
But I stop.
I breathe.
I breathe again.
Wiping away the last lingering tears on salt streaked cheeks,
And soldier on.
Heat subsiding but ever present.
Smouldering.
SMOULDERING COALS
The sound of logs lying in flames
is the clicks of horsemen’s guns
drawn back of a bullet prepared;
Within soft light they dance silently
to their own music of togetherness.
Smouldering coals break free and away
to continue their glowing conversation
with the other breathing companions;
Friends were few at first, but as time
went by and hundreds hurled
themselves to the crowd’s silence,
they lived in the warmth of energy
to survive and let survive those
that hid from the night’s snows;
They die to ashes, alone and loved…
©Mickey Van Tonder
Vowed
To love
Each other
Jealousy wailed
Shattered trust, broken heart, sleepless nights, us.
Brew for woe, estranged us despair, perchance
Cupid finds one
Reignite
Smoking
Love
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Double Tetractys
The wind strokes
softly the face
Ablaze in dreams passion
silently echoes return
Love my tender light
Flickering shadows of beauty
In the ashes
the embers speaking glow
The dark side of our makeup
Broken wings of love's despair
Smouldering embers crackle and hiss
Love's light shines
through emotions this fire burns
Burning desire
In the shadows speak
Deep within my soul
My spirit soars
in it's heaven
To relight my fire
sparks ignite
Ablaze a towering inferno roars
Love a true desire once kissed
Dreaming within it's warmth
Embers of beauty flickers
Who relights my fire
Smouldering
~I think and know we are alike
in souls particular kink
we like to tease and tantalize
and write just what we think
passion burns unrequited
smouldering methinks
beware of the firestorm
if we should chance to meet~
~feel the sweetness
we embrace
smouldering spark
feel the taste
passion slows
but steam it builds
eruption fires
Vesuvious~ for L-M
~you look pretty hot to me
could be a fiery chasm
2 poets meet
feeling erotic heat
and 2 bodies spasm~
love
Don
In this smoke so dense and thick with grey
I sense a smouldering so infinitely in array
Churning and churning in this maguier of fire
I see what anger the very earth can sire
What angst is in this smoulering I cannot say
However this fury I must avoid come what may
Heartbrak and thunder rule in fervor
I wait for dispersion this dense grover
Silently I watch with eyes amazed
Surreptitiously I walk ever so dazed
This is heat this burning growth
Alas this is burning smoke
I look down at my hand to see the match
That started this globe of smoulder
maguier - conglomeration (my poetic licence)
grover - smoke filled place (poetic licence)
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