Burn With Me.

The wind carried a whisper of a thought I’d tossed into the sun to burn.

The ashes from the fire collected storm clouds,
leaving behind a trail...



and,

you followed the trail.

Fumbling onto a path I had left unmarked,
you walked into the cold heat of the dark.

Come burn with me, the wind whispered in your ear.
Come, let’s burn and learn what it’s been that we’ve kept in the shadows.

Maybe your skin remembers the lingering feel of the sweet burn,
the easy cut, the bitter release?
Maybe your eyes recall the textured gloss
of blood diamonds glittering in the dull throb
of the dead loss
of a lovers betrayal of trust?

Come burn with me,
and I will fill your breath
with oblivion’s black curse and hope’s labyrinth of lost dreams.

Lover, I want you to know-
you can burn with reckless abandon,
like fire does when it makes love to the rapid heartbeat of the wind.
You can burn
till the lust to burn, the desire to explode and then evaporate,
passes from your lungs,
out the contours of the mouth I have
traced more than a thousand and thirty three times
with the tip of my tongue,
swallowed into the bright lucidity of the midnight moon.

When you’re ready, I will wait, on the street corner we first met.
My screams will whip across the chaos of the streets,
the sound a siren to guide you home.

Or, you could flow
with these directions and find me;
follow the streetlights that shine into the wilderness of the night
(if you inhale deeply, you might pick up on the scent of my longing to breathe you in)
last house on the left,
will be mine.