the writing of kuypers
2001-04-09 14:33:05 (UTC)


by Janet Kuypers

The light, the flames
from you leap up.
Licking my lips,
touching my skin.
The fire moving in its
dance of desire.

The smoke intoxicates me
as the remnants of the inferno
drum a rhythmic beat.

The ashes fall sprinkling,
tickling my face;
Sliding down my throat,
coating my lungs;
Making every breath
a desirous pant.

I chain myself. My body falls limp.
I am entwined with the desirous world.
The desire from you.