Another caitlin
Fireflower-A Love Poem
Fireflower
I will come to you with kisses born of an unbound meteor
and offer these forces as prayer for your life.
I will burn in the passion and the splendor of the rose;
its naked seed shorn and fragrance native born
in the fires of our first dawn
I will light the petals of our sylvan song
with aurora sheen and violaceous scream
and swim far and dive deep, deeper still
into our ruby waters teaming….
I will bring the sky down into scarlet roots
touching, clutching, suckling, soaking in
the red richness of our earths colliding,
I will harness the flares of the sun
and lick back their curved and fevered heat
into our reverie, skin on skin.
I will tear from these eyes the song of sorrow
and in its place
paint a fiery constellation of night flowers blooming
And upon you
I will look with heated gaze the pride of tigers,
cast from windstruck wings the victory of birds…
I will give the fires of our wombs new names
thick and dripping with worthy sweetness and daring praise.
and traverse the wild underworld of your cascading cups of orchid wine;
Deep springs the mother of your surging light
You taste like violet flowers fresh blossomed
out of ice fields melting into honey
under daybreak sun,
like the original night bloom of the white cereus
inside an indigo dusk,
like chocolate, like mint, like mist,
like the musky tear of a she-lion,
like a woman in love….
I will consume the hungry torch that is your heart
until you are drowning soft inside the mysteries of mine;
Reborn into new skin subtle and earthly shining,
this touch and the song of my lips your way back home
I will take you in and breath naked fire into your lungs
and dance the dance of the ages on your far arching rooftops
hung with old world lantern and blood orange coal
I will speak the vivid tongue of the gods onto your flesh
as your hips in proclamation raise to the rhythm of the dialect of surrender….
and in the silence that follows, I will open thee even more,
the rose within the rose within the rose
I will at last offer my scorched dagger,
blue winged tears tarnished on this eternal heart,
and let you cut the ropes of my own binding
and listen as I bleed out rivers of lava hot blood from the depths of my love
and hold this beating thing close as you would a child or a bird or a seed
and see that the tender way is at last
sown and grown and shone
in the trusting hands and succulent lands of love,
this fire flower burning…
