Pheonix

I can feel your heart

     beat beneath the skin

of my palm, as you slide into slumber

               drifting into dreams

while your warmth lights me on fire

                               leaving me hanging

like a lantern late at night

 

     we are fireflies

            drifting in the dark currents

       of a summer's eve

captured by the light

       glowing from within

                          you and me

       feeding off the heat

of flames, flickering

              dancing in the dark

 

and I am awake

     almost not wanting to fall

asleep, so as to know

 

                     this is not a dream

 

you have awoken me

        from sheets of sleep

to an earth of elements

        fingers imprinting lines of fire

     and eyes of blue

where the flames burn hottest

            with just a look

      until I can no longer tell

where the fires fly

      and the waters fall

             in tears, fueling our flames

 

where the salt mixes with sand

       a bolt shoots down

                 in the pit of a night storm

                              and millions of volts form

         two glass figures--or are we one?

glowing like an ember among ashes

      in between one life and the next

            ready to fly again

with feathers of flames

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

Intense imagery. Superb use of metaphors and similes and incredibly romantic.