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Quemadura
‘The moment he saw her, he knew everything would burn.’
Anais Nin
I want you naked.
but if you are cold, you will wear my poet shirt.
it’s blue & oversized. it was designed to let the
poetry of my heart expand, & never be restricted.
it’s coarse on the inside, because I am coarse.
if it hurts you, it will be me hurting you,
and you will cherish that hurt.
that woman, that extraordinary woman who was
Anais Nin, said that we write to serenade our lovers.
and so I serenade you with this poem. the poems
you keep will be mine, only mine.
if other men have made poems for you, burn them;
give the ashes to the wind, that they might be scattered.
I will watch the wind, & know that you have done this.
the wind will travel where I cannot,
the place where you are.
the place that you hate.
love is a house made of straw, the frail shack in which you hide.
my lust is fire, hotter than the walls of Hell, & with that fire,
I will burn down your sanctuary,
to steal you for my craven hunger.
I say these things because I am mad –
mad with desire for you…
(Art by James Avati)
Published 13th Mar 2015
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13th Mar 2015 10:02pm
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13th Mar 2015 10:11pm
"I will burn down your sanctuary,
to steal you for my craven hunger."
If that is not avidity in legible English, I don't know what is. Always some of the finest work I've read on this site, John.
to steal you for my craven hunger."
If that is not avidity in legible English, I don't know what is. Always some of the finest work I've read on this site, John.
13th Mar 2015 10:53pm
there are no words I can use to clearly convay how phenominal this poem is, it's outstanding and brilliant all the words I think of fail to do justice on how well written this I look forward to reading more of your work
13th Mar 2015 11:29pm
such an intense and brilliant write :-)
I feel the need now to go out and get a Poets shirt :-)
I feel the need now to go out and get a Poets shirt :-)
14th Mar 2015 00:49am
It's a fine madness, and it's worth the burn. The ashen message on the wind is a nice touch.
Anonymous
14th Mar 2015 00:59am
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14th Mar 2015 1:09am
14th Mar 2015 1:54am
John, again...you blow my fucking mind. Absolutely....sigh...feeling in love ;-).
14th Mar 2015 2:29am
I called out on one of my poems for someone to find me. If that someone's passion, that loving possessiveness, is anywhere near of that of the man in your poem, I would gladly endure, would enjoy, the pain...the burn. And madness is a given for me! Amazing as always, Mr. Feddeler.
Anonymous
14th Mar 2015 3:01am
i cannot handle you sometimes! the intensity of this write burns through the screen. it borders on complete obsession. slightly scary, but worth the fear.
14th Mar 2015 4:18am
Wow! This is what I want to see when I read poetry. This is my first visit to your page. You are extremely talented. The clarity of the dominant in this relationship comes through in brilliantly chosen words. I will be back to read more of your works.
14th Mar 2015 5:34am
14th Mar 2015 6:12am
Goddamn it, John, when it comes to love, you're the big bad wolf with a flamethrower... and you burnt it all to hell, even her love poems.
Anonymous
14th Mar 2015 12:38pm
Thank you for a thoroughly enjoyable read. Your work is always inspiring and worthy. Never lacking depth neither.
Great piece, JohnF
Great piece, JohnF
14th Mar 2015 1:19pm
if other men have made poems for you, burn them;
give the ashes to the wind, that they might be scattered.
I will watch the wind, & know that you have done this. ...
GORGEOUS lines here!
give the ashes to the wind, that they might be scattered.
I will watch the wind, & know that you have done this. ...
GORGEOUS lines here!
Anonymous
14th Mar 2015 11:36pm
nyce jawnknee
15th Mar 2015 4:52am
15th Mar 2015 6:07am
The heat of your words is burning, yet I cannot walk away.
Every line leaves you hungrier. Great work.
Every line leaves you hungrier. Great work.
16th Mar 2015 9:52pm
Absolutely brilliant...the greatest compliment I can give you John is to tell you that I wish I had written this masterpiece.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
16th Mar 2015 11:32pm
I've burnt those poems JF...are you watching the wind?... ;)
Seriously...tis a great write... :)
Seriously...tis a great write... :)
17th Mar 2015 5:46pm
17th Mar 2015 6:07pm
Just the glow from your fire burns my swirling imagination. Even from this distance that only the wind can reach! Wow, I love it...
18th Mar 2015 2:49am
24th Mar 2015 11:37pm
We burn when we love. Quemadura is an appropriate word for what happens when we burn ourselves to ashes. Great write, John.
Anonymous
28th Mar 2015 5:03am
Beautiful! I love Anaïs and this poem is brilliant.
Anonymous
29th Mar 2015 10:17pm
Quite the couple. We never see/hear her response I wonder if she did as she was told.
Intense piece. Very intense. And very well crafted.
Intense piece. Very intense. And very well crafted.
28th Aug 2015 4:41pm
If there was ever a man I'd happily share a bottle of good Irish single malt scotch with with a few beers and good seafood along a rustic pier talking poetry and life ... It is surely you.
Thank you again.
Thank you again.
24th Oct 2016 6:43pm
This Poem is soo Intense!!!
I love this line: "if other men have made poems for you, burn them"
Burn those memorabilia... and let him summon the inner Diva.
Great inking John.
Darker.
I love this line: "if other men have made poems for you, burn them"
Burn those memorabilia... and let him summon the inner Diva.
Great inking John.
Darker.
2nd Apr 2017 9:37am
'I will burn down your sanctuary,
to steal you for my craven hunger.'
As in poetry, so too in desire;
Beautiful work, John...
to steal you for my craven hunger.'
As in poetry, so too in desire;
Beautiful work, John...
