Drowning Inside Lonely Flames

It's about two lost souls coming together after several lifetimes of separation.

Blistered pipes consume woes that build within
fiberglass of my tortured mind.
Bodies of water twist and spiral out of control.
For this is the dance of wild throats.
I'm melting into your sanguine eyes.
I often saturate these tombs with glazed ice
to keep in comfort of your mystified glance.
I'm drowning inside lonely flames that quench heated thirst,
and offer the lion's den in homage to omniscient nights.
I often cringe when the bite cuts deep into my rosin flesh.
Only you take away my burning melodies that seem to glide through me.
I am of one bereft sun that creates a shield over imprisoned streams.
Lift me out of this abyss I have created with my aching visions.
Don't let me go down into the devil's flames.
For I surrender my spirit unto you.
Your icy flesh drapes me in shivering goblets that have become me.
For the longer I continue to run away from me,
the surer I am to find your light burning into me.
For there is a dream in the satin voices I hear.
I can see every inch of the Lord's kingdom
where angels rest their harps that speak with feverish tongues, saying,
"Bleed no more into childish woes the irrigation of your burning desires.
For all shall come up from the stalking flames,
and let their singed hearts echo the song that is the sustenance for the spirit,
and the guide for the soul to be taken into labyrinth arms."
She'll lull you by night.
His voice simmers, and he waits for some uncurbed retreat.
Let's slip away in the words of his velvet tongue.
Can I cross panoramic lines with you?
If only to exchange a glance to fold my heart on top of his.
I count the beats of merriment,
and listen to the shadows that murmur in the night.
For I quench my thirst for his passionate waves,
and let howling winds surround our canopy
at the heights of the full moon.

Author's Note

What do you think of the prose?

Reviews

[poetic soul]

its very deep and thought-provoking.. there are some parts i loved to the core:

1. Bleed no more into childish woes
2. Only you take away my burning melodies
3. let howling winds surround our canopy
4. I'm melting into your sanguine eyes
5. Your icy flesh drapes me in shivering goblets that have become me

you jus create magic!!!! how do u do it.....????
anyway.....its really amazing....thanks for sharing this....to cut the long story short,
its a "sheer class".....

:) Smiles,
Poetic Soul

[Lorrie]

Very nicely done!

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm not good at deciphering poetry this rich in metaphors, so I'm hard pressed to make any intelligent comments on it. As much as I try to understand what you're saying, I cannot. Something about the way my brain is wired--I just need things spelled out for me more simply.

[Daiku Maryu]

I'm not the best person around to rate poems, but I'll try. The imagery is a bit confusing for me, but not as confusing for me not to know what this is about.

[Kairi_Lynn]

That was beautiful, I loved the imegry and I loved the sence of longing to it. It was beautiful..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I love prose poems and this is really something the way you describe the pain and anguish of separation that turns too optimism and faith.

[Jenna]

Yes this was filled with lots of imagery. It's sad also. But writing releases some of that pain hence your poem

[Lady leah]

Very nicely penned, wonderful write.

[Alexia Gray]

Woah! This is very good and you have used loads of imagery which is great! There was only one bit I found a little sticky which was 'I often saturate these tombs' I don't know I just thought the word saturate was perhaps the wrong word. Anyway a good write, well done!