Fire

was at a loss for title

She lay naked as the first woman

In the arms of a weeping moon

Blazing comets leaving trails of fire

Trailing towards her womb

Her mind churned restlessly

Doting on a memory of

His last word, last look, last touch

She writhed in agony

Burning, grieving, aching, yearning

Not knowing

He lay naked as the first man

On another planet

Burning, grieving, aching, yearning

Doting on a memory of

Her last word, last look, last touch

He lay twisted, consumed by fire

Wanting her who made him whole

The goddess within her took pity

Murmuring ancient incantations

Conjured an ocean to douse the fire

Which malignantly climbing ether to burn her

Died instantly, bending at her feet

Moving with the sensual fluidity of a cobra snake

The goddess raised a child-like hand

And smiling an incomprehensible smile

Fluttered shut the woman's eyes

And curling up like a cat, yawned

Entirely bored.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

ohh this was really great ,ohh what an imagination..
i was really in a bad mood ,but you took me out of it ,almost instantly..how your words....
she laid there with his words and thoughts on her mind sending fire like all through her
and the like he was too obsessed with thoughts and her words tickling his mind like insane
almost going mad ,feverish in heart and mind like fire caught to him..but no ,no
she will never have it ,she was like a sea to drown and quench his fire
fire too blazing ,caught her in the act but she smiled as she even died
she was happy she is gone and he survived..eyes fluttering and closing
i love how you imagine her so humbled and kind like to stop out his fire she is caught in the act
still smiling and happy..how i loved the thought ,how so feminine..and so kind and loving..so poetic
lovely write

[An owl on the moon]

Fire holds such primal wonder.. a depth of divine fluidity.. and your words bring to life its passion and its pain so well.

[Lilly Negoi]

for some reason this made me think of the raise of kundalini...

[Robin]

mystical and mythical , surreally endearing , excellence !

[Ed Hart]

reaching, reaching, reaching

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Love it!

[Crowley]

That last line is awesome!!!!! This was ethereal, like a lucid dream, a manifestation of the sexes with a biblical undertone and the roles and emotions which are so similar. Fantastic stuff Girly Q.