Forever Chasing

I was once her soul…

Bond to such beauty was humbling

Watching her body graceful glide

Would leave me lost in the sway of her hips..

Forever following her whimsical track

I long to feel one blistering touch

from her fingers…to burn

until bone turn into cinder

and I became apart of her

wastelands or  the aftermath

of her rage..



but even then I would need to following in her

wake.. so I became the teasing wind feeding her flame

with each new breath..



This need to be the conscious to her unconscious inferno

leaves me constantly  whispering in her ear.

this want to burn in the flames that surrounded her..

surrendering  me until my soul was bond only to hers..



I would forever chase , tease ,feed her, and watch  her

as she became ravishing flames, engulfing all in her wake..

spilling her pain from past into present … her flames

freeing for a moment.. and It’s then that I would blow into

her my softest of air, holding her back until she was but a flicker…

a burning flame  that I can only watch from a distance

longing for a kiss that would surely be the end of her

if I blew to hard or came to close..



So I became her private ghost

forever chasing her heated caress…