I lay awake — your flame my only triumph.
Beside you, the kingdom beyond the grave is nothing,
to the embracing desert.
When your eyes are closed
the earth veiled.
Warriors of the drunkenness do not hope
for more than a voyage out of fear.
I, I, you know,
In my satiety,
discerning — you are born
again, in
him, and
the salt of your arms,
warm gentle lips,
to ignite me,
kindle and quell,
ever to remind me
your nakedness
haunting me, as not
outside me. Inside us.


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Strange - because i have a notebook filled with writing like this, but the self-important side of me says it's not pubishable.
This one has to be your very finest poem. It is very impressive! 10 stars from me.
Wishing You Laughter ~Entwife
Bravo.