Ignited sparks intensify burning flames of hunger,
Steamy myriad of scorching intimate emotions,
Secreted from cavernous lairs of blazing desires,
A powerful spectrum of secret radiant infernos.
Curiosity enticed by the enigmatic flickering
Shimmering dancers drawing you deeper in
Magnificent exhibition of erupting illuminations
Forceful reflections echoing sentiments of the soul
Flames leaping, searing crimson coated visions
Masking shadowed phantoms concealed within
Vivid insignias of a some wanting existence
Commanding devotions of mysterious intents
When the fires extinguish, desire burns no more
Scorched remains disclose only hidden scars
When ash is all that’s left of fading aspirations
Could any smouldering embers linger undying?
I felt like this once the day
I felt like this once the day after a 2,000+ calorie meal and show at a nightclub where I saw Frank Sinatra.
So much anticipation and sheer enjoyment...then reality and water bloat.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "