night of fire

we should have met
in a night of fire
when lightning tears the summer sky
and we dance close
bodies rise to drums and thunders;

in a night of fire,
when the heat of my hands ignites
heat of your skin
lips touch sudden, dwell deep
in passion, when feelings rule us.

Fire fills searching fingertips
to brush memories upon soft sounds
and night has burned us before
glorious like sun in our eyes
soaked into us, defining
the shape and substance of us
now the heat of this night
burns like flames in the wind--
tongues hungry for air.

We, like petals of the moon
creatures of fire, connected
by the wick and candle of time
glowing to fill the blackness with warmth
consuming all that we can...

I breathe you in like air into flame,
drink you like water in the desert...
as if you were the precious last




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