Smoked Heart of Ash

 

~ Smote Heart of Ash ~

(Inspired by the City of Bones series)

 

I touched your cheek,

Sinewy muscles, softly feathering,

Gazed into your eyes-

A frigid, icy blue stalactite-

I thought I saw-

In them a portal,

To a harsh unspeakable life-

I thought that you were in addition-

My Savior, my own guardian angel.

 

Your lips smote mine like a fire-tinged lance,

And my body flared to a dance,

Then began smoldering to ashes.

 

What strength left I hold,

Now in my palm though,

For an Eagle does not rocket forth,

Without maintaining a mission,

And the feathers that tickle my breast,

From the imaginary wings,

Of your innermost person-

Could hardly be enough to demonstrate,

What has always been

A staunch part of who I am.

 

Because there is no doubt,

That when I hold you flat against me,

When I feel your fingers scour my temple,

As I ache to whorl mine too,

Hold you as you clutch me,

Touch you, pressuring the closure,

So that you might never free yourself from me,

I’ve found my home,

And in my hands-

Your cedar, tweed and sage essence-

Is all that I have pined for, needed,

And when your lips touch mine, at last- again-

I know,

That my heart can truly now fly,

Away from everything we despised,

Leaving the ash-filled past, behind us . . .

 

 

 

Dedicated to Cassandra Clare, and her fictional characters

Reviews

[4$H]

Your vocabulary is so good, Its almost hard to understand the poem. Amazing!!
Keep posting :)

[Foxemerald]

Thank you for your kind words about this piece. They are extremely fulfilling to me and laced with a thick encouragement- I appreciate your support!! =)