Heat That Burns Like Fire

Thoughts recur to blend and blur
as heat comes rushing in
crimson cheeks she softly speaks
upon my heart again
Days confound the questioned how
to flames that can't be quenched
turning now in fevered sleep
as sheets are passion drenched
Caught up in an embered pace
of sliding skin and armed embrace
To quickly spend a warming taste
on lips that move to mine replaced
Strengthened legs and hips to glide
to dance the dance and dare the tide
no place is found in which to hide
as daylight breaks and waves collide
Coming to collision
by division of the soul
A fire that burns ignited
fanning flames out of control
Consumed in just a minute
light me up to burn this sin
thoughts recur to blend and blur
as she comes rushing in

Burn To Taste

The miles are drifting closer
seems if seconds now replace
the distance of our hearts apart
the lips I burn to taste
Enraptured by your glory
prisoner of a past I know
never easing up this grip
your soul does save me so
Give to you my every morning
for the yearning of your kiss
our candle burns forever
nothing quenches fire like this
Think of me enclose me
place my pulse into your chest
a heart no longer beating
since your leaving I confess
Adrift upon remembrance
lay you here into my wanting
run my hands across my skin
give in from all your taunting
Force you in against me
give by will my love does slide
nothing could come closer
than the way you feel inside
Slow the moments coming
distance now seems just a dream
to look to eyes so far away
delayed as thoughts redeem
Still yet regret as hearts connect
this moment over fall from grace
and the miles are now returning
licking lips I burn to taste.

Sifting Sands

A wave of change is rolling
cross the beaches of the mind,
Shells we break to firmly shape
controls of other kinds
Letting go by lending flow
to words that mend the missing
empty parts like broken hearts
consoled by reminiscing
Firing sparks to light the dark
through ages still are living
direction gave to sinner save
your words to me are giving
Why then contemplation
of relation quick and gone
in truth but just a moment
growing still though all alone
Absent heart as days embark
adrift on nurtured past
wind upon an empty sea
on waves not made to last
Finding shores to spark explore
it's buried by our hands
'til finding and reminding
each to own through sifting sands

A Walk Through Wilted Gardens

Still this masquerade displayed
from hopeful hearts to promenade
The wants and needs of ends so frayed
to tie them up the past replayed
The journey of redemption
casts us out from day to day
The love we always sought to seek
finds hearts now cold and gray
Death of our obstruction
a reduction of salvation
an answer true though jaded through
this minor complication
On the mighty stage we dance
and on that stage we falter
still believe the choice we feed
the end is ours to alter
Will it be the finding of
the show that brought them tears
or will it be ovation of
the death of wasted years
Either or completed
playing ours from day to day
And yet we are that masquerade
as hearts still promenade.