Tempted Phoenix

In the midst
of a memory,
I jolted awake,
the piano stuttering
licking fire off my skin,
we soaked into each other
and thus felt the world
thump out its own language
of lust to breathe
even in the midst
of such a harsh madness.

The mirror
took great pleasure
in melting down,
for a night,
into the sink
to mix with the hot faucet water
that burned
to be tasted.

I must learn
to electrify myself,
resonate vibrance
from within,
unmask the caves
and deep moist marshes
I know are there
and set free
the tempted phoenix.

No comments:

Post a Comment