It feels illicit -
In this warmth
that many covet,
In this sunshine
about which they rave -
To let my mind wander
To when you are here.
You
kissing my forehead,
tickling my feet,
Your breath
crisp on my face
Cloaking me
Soaking me
with your hum.
I can close my eyes
and be calm
When you are here.
Black fingernails and lipgloss
Rough hands with delicate fingers
Sometimes sticky with ribs
Sometimes powdery with eyeshadow
Stretch marks and knife cuts
Fist on a table and tears on the eyes
Unwavering faith while changing minds
Innocent affections, naive thoughts
Upright but with an undercurrent of fire
Sweetness-coated passion
All feminine to me.
I am the Phoenix
You are the Sun.
You seduce me
With your light,
Drawn closer
By your might;
Your stronger fire
Your brighter flare.
I turn my face
Lips ablaze.
But you embrace me
Have overcome me
And seared my wings.
You consumed my flames
Yet fed my fire
With a power
Greater than mine.
Now I am conquered
Calm, cradled
Enveloped in your core
Burning together.
