Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Fire Meets Water

(There are words that manipulate, then there are words that can melt even the iciest heart.)

He said to me
A kiss would be lively

And I said back
I would kiss you with the passion of the sea 
meeting the shore during a hurricane
If I could

Like nine kisses
The ninth being the deepest and most

Earth shattering

I was waving

And I was crashing on your shore

Fire woman who gets me steamy
Like the Hawaiian shore
with the lava flowing into the sea

Or the great divide in the Atlantic fire below
The stuff of legends and awe

Oh my water man
Who bathes me in soothing waves
And stirs me to vapor on the wind
Consumes me and rebuilds my glowing depth
With naught but his bathing kiss.

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