A Winter Pyre - 2012

Winter chilling to the bone

Wind screaming like a banshee

I'm lying here alone

Imagining you beside me

With your hands stroking my skin,

my sanity is not safe.

everywhere your mouth has been,

I feel your stubble chafe

I want to feel the burn

as you build the fire higher

I'll burn you in return

Care to join me on the pyre?

Like the phoenix, we'll rise again

emerging from the ash

We'll feel the flames lick our skin

as our tortured bodies thrash

Love and lust intertwined

our burning bodies fused

Paradise having been defined

We lay sated and bemused

For all this I yearn

This truth I will not hide

Come to me and burn

While winter rages outside

© Lilliana Louis Delanor 2012