D E S I R E

With red peppers and dried roses
Love was crushed between
Jagged heat and the stabbing scent of
Passion


Plummeting feathers stood no chance
Against the wick of oily skies or
Desire of lightening flames

They watched her smile and felt
Pride in the way she held
The air of a runaway train
The gravel of runway rain

Never had laughter so perfectly garmented
A woman’s tears

Preparing to Arrive
Was the footprint cemented
In every place she left

She’d become eternally fond of two things;
Sun and moon

At day the sun turned her to salt
At night the moon turned her to sea


If you swim in her waters you will taste her
She is the flavor of me