Rebirth of a Palette

Rebirth of A Palette Hallucinatory wisps smolder, fade, descending in final swoop to self-contained song, timbre of moans, once belonging, now reactively foreboding, blinding gapes from there to here. Strangers' skin sheds as tongues dart in urgency, candling fetal moons' distorted catharsis. Flame-goddess mused, serpentine histories burned as offerings, smother poems, remothered, then charred, tempered into raw heat's predictable cycles- rare or scorched, after-bathed in fire. Pyres' haze blankets spires' sungold-glazed skies, bleeding hot, unheavened rains tearing through clouds' refrain. Ashy myths tumble bare solos, re-editing memories' soul gestation, earth's hot-skinned horizons timing lifelines' thinned release to smoky whispers of once-mirrored gaze, become again fantasy's fetal haze. In the greying...a speck of crimson burns bright, yearns its way to canvas, plays with light. Heart-probing heat kisses a brush with rebirthed palette, never silent, always readying a passionate pose, if only to taste a metaphor - a rose, conspiring its next, most vibrant bloom. Lustfully unhushed and primed for lush schemes to seduce any wanting room, licks of liquid spirit-fire gush higher, lava trickling about fingers, wrapping moonpulse with fire.