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Fire to Fire
too long
have I stayed away
I’ve approached you
with cautious announcements
delivered music as enticement
made gestures of dancing
that merely disguised my desire
to embrace you
how bold, how bold is a man
who hesitates?
if I were in the wilderness
& needed to eat
I would hunt the rabbit, the deer
kill it, strip away the skin
& eat the flesh
there is a terrible rage within me
I have named it fire
& so also within you
your fire reflecting my own
fire to fire
the rapture of our joining
would thus manifest a flaming tower
that would rise beyond the unfolding sky
thunderstorm embattled
to encinder the nearest stars
& heaven would know
what passion is
but distance, & darkness, curse me
my lips too cold
my hands too far, to reach you
this poem ~ this untamed poem
I make as a testament
you will find it & know
that my heart is a vessel
designed to hold your heart
if your fire reflects my own
if the sentient chain of verse is our bond
then make me a poem
I will keep it ~ for now ~ for every tomorrow
fire to fire
poem to poem
have I stayed away
I’ve approached you
with cautious announcements
delivered music as enticement
made gestures of dancing
that merely disguised my desire
to embrace you
how bold, how bold is a man
who hesitates?
if I were in the wilderness
& needed to eat
I would hunt the rabbit, the deer
kill it, strip away the skin
& eat the flesh
there is a terrible rage within me
I have named it fire
& so also within you
your fire reflecting my own
fire to fire
the rapture of our joining
would thus manifest a flaming tower
that would rise beyond the unfolding sky
thunderstorm embattled
to encinder the nearest stars
& heaven would know
what passion is
but distance, & darkness, curse me
my lips too cold
my hands too far, to reach you
this poem ~ this untamed poem
I make as a testament
you will find it & know
that my heart is a vessel
designed to hold your heart
if your fire reflects my own
if the sentient chain of verse is our bond
then make me a poem
I will keep it ~ for now ~ for every tomorrow
fire to fire
poem to poem
Published 1st Jul 2015
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1st Jul 2015 7:43pm
1st Jul 2015 7:47pm
1st Jul 2015 8:03pm
You make me want to be that rabbit/deer! My God! This is full on passion,a bit of torture...I can feel every word! Brilliant write John ;) Love love love this!
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1st Jul 2015 8:09pm
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1st Jul 2015 8:13pm
love hindered by distance…yet still attainable…filled with hope this is …. beautiful !!
1st Jul 2015 10:46pm
The course of true love never did run smooth.
~ Shakespeare
It's a beautifully passionate write that reflects all that is natural and right in fire of Love. And distance will do one of two things: extinguish the small or inflame the large.
Don't be afraid to find out, John. Or you'll never know.
~ Shakespeare
It's a beautifully passionate write that reflects all that is natural and right in fire of Love. And distance will do one of two things: extinguish the small or inflame the large.
Don't be afraid to find out, John. Or you'll never know.
Anonymous
2nd Jul 2015 00:33am
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Anonymous
2nd Jul 2015 7:30am
your pieces always give me a worthwhile read, thanks for that, poet :)
2nd Jul 2015 2:14pm
Your poetry are often reflective of itself, like the painter who paints about painting, white on white, etc., or the dream within a dream.
2nd Jul 2015 3:52pm
Back to back against the poet's wall. A wall built upon passion ablaze. And so we carry the torture deep within. The ink is warm 'neath the flame! Love it! - blue angel
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
You are a clever, clever devil of a man, are you not? ;-* I am prostrate before you as one who acknowledges the masterful manipulator. You are wicked brilliance unleashed here.
I am, by turns, filled with admiration and bemusement here.
This, I have no doubt whatsoever, luv, will be most effective. ;-p You will be wading through poems; I doubt not that there may be some you never find that are written in hope of catching your ever-wandering eye... ;-*
I am shaking my head at you, you incorrigible charmer, inveterate seducer.
Tu est un bęte, un lion splendide, mon ami... ;-*
You are a clever, clever devil of a man, are you not? ;-* I am prostrate before you as one who acknowledges the masterful manipulator. You are wicked brilliance unleashed here.
I am, by turns, filled with admiration and bemusement here.
This, I have no doubt whatsoever, luv, will be most effective. ;-p You will be wading through poems; I doubt not that there may be some you never find that are written in hope of catching your ever-wandering eye... ;-*
I am shaking my head at you, you incorrigible charmer, inveterate seducer.
Tu est un bęte, un lion splendide, mon ami... ;-*
fuck you JF...
i'm sorry, those were the first words i spoke after reading this poem...
i think they say it all... ;)
but if you want more, just re-read Savaja...
i'm sorry, those were the first words i spoke after reading this poem...
i think they say it all... ;)
but if you want more, just re-read Savaja...
3rd Jul 2015 10:40am
Oh, sir, I missed commenting on your poems. Real life is making itself more real. But when I read your words I am pulled back to this world I really love. Thank you for your beautiful words, as always.
Fire to fire? Enjoy the burn. :)
Fire to fire? Enjoy the burn. :)
4th Jul 2015 5:57am
I can practically feel the heat, the reach of this plaintive cry. It's a dare, hope she acts upon it. Or maybe she has...
4th Jul 2015 12:29pm
There is real fire to this. Sweat and passion. Palpable heart burning with desire.
