Part 28 (fire-eaters)

Wild,
lurid (sordid) courting –
mission stated,
started,
departed;
off for slopes
and curves and fire!
This sweet tale
of sickly loving –
lusting,
musky
(husky)
loving?
Sold by corners,
sold by fingers,
tasty-funky-feeling
fingers.
Smells
that linger,
sold by stingers,
caught in minds,
lost;
throats hoarse from
musk and lust
and sad,
sheep losers…
Waiting
– breath baited –
breathe!
Waiting.
All the time
these fires breathing
turning teaching,
hid from preaching –
hide the yearning!
Burning
for the corners,
learners,
tasted fleeting
– loving lightly –
last lick;
finale.
And off in the wild
away from the fire –
left,
breathing,
waiting,
for the next
(sheep) sad losers.

Final part of Played at a different speed, tomorrow: Part 29

The Tales of Fires Life

You were the débutante;
you were the flyer!
The one with the dream to be –
The child to reach higher.

You always knew it:
Your effortless charm.
A cherished companion –
the blaze on my arm!

I felt you glowing –
the heat of your soul.
I thought you were growing,
yet doubted you’d go.

Imbibing this anodyne,
I was Earth wire, while
thru tricks; thru entrancement,
you mastered the fire.

I staid your energy:
Was I the downer?
When you danced searingly
were I your drowner?

Always you knew the truth.
Always you’ll know me.
I found a route to you
and died directly!Night fire