planet in a bunny suit (or) burning

 

she looks like an ivory planet

dressed in a tiny black bunny suit…

 

her immortal soul is too vast

for her precious little temple to contain

 

and the excess fire blossoms around her head

like a gasoline sonata of auburn lust

 

I watch her wild flames from the safety

of my ink-capped paper mountaintop,

 

and wish, with every combustible cell,

that I was burning with her eternally

in her charred valley of endless possibilities  

Reviews

HOT I think you just wrote one of your muses so perfectly here. As many like the last stanza, maybe, I like the first. That's the whole beginning of your thoughts. Exquistite write!

[roarke]

I think I have that same Playboy issue.....

I think I'd be talkin' to Smokey the Bear about that charred valley thing.....

you keep makin' 'em RG and we'll keep munchin'

[Ariel B.]

Such great use of language. I love "and the excess fire blossoms around her head/like a gasoline sonata of auburn lust".

[arbitrary jane]

'gasoline sonata' - such a line.
this is full of paradox and explosion.
that last stanza is a backdraft whoosh, hot and beautiful.

plus, i love when things have an optional title. :)

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a thing of great beauty... who wouldn't want to be described in these superlative images?

and wish, with every combustible cell,
that I was burning with her eternally.....

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I feel you are looking at a helpless victim with these words, striking imagery and a shocking subject matter, very well written, an instant favorite, well done, great read.