Language of Desire

Finding myself within a language
that lives inside
the grain of spheres
containing spirits of desire.
My pulse raced with a freedom
not caring to resist
the deliciousness of fire.

I traveled through rooms
where love songs
echoed from the roar of lions.
Sometimes I wandered as a lady fair
who steadied herself
only to disappear
on the horizon.  

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound.

Can you hear the words I speak
in this language
known as the spirit of desire?
Does your pulse race
as my own,
not caring
to resist the fire?

Reviews

[Hayley]

I like the repetition of the word "fire"... It really gives me the feel of the poem. The last stanza almost sounds lyrical to me also! It is a passionate piece and the image is a perfect fit. This particularly sticks out to me: "Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned. "
It makes it seem like the risk is higher, but it is still worth it. Maybe you could drown in that fire and get so caught up in it... Great work, as always!

[Layla J Omorose]

Another great write Neva, there's a strong passion and need in this poem. It seems the reader and speaker are consumed with desire. Its a fire the spreads throughout the body and into the soul. Loved this....and the picture as well

[Larry Dyson]

surreal prosaic offering as only you can write Neva...in it and beside it all in the same moment.

[Amila Jay]

I can really feel this poem, very haunting and sound.s Super poem:)

[Pax Analog]

A muscular heart roar of language's ineffable fire underscored by a lyrical change-up taking rhyming flight in song.

[SpokenWord]

Interesting write from you, it is like the last few poems I read are venturing into new parts of your muse showing another side to the pen that you use to enlighten us on love. I could feel the quiet passion in this burning brightly in the flames of desires.

[Rene Velez]

hi Neva another nice one...great lines...

[KAREN]

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
Collided safe and sound.
Love the way you take the reader on a jounery with this poem.

[joshua deathdealer]

I'm defiantly not resisting this fire...Amazing work Neva..Second stanza is just wow...Love it..xx

[Arthur Henn]

I would have to say - Neva, this is my favourite of all I have read of your writings thus far.

Wonderful!