Fire
Wasted and restlesslyJennifer Sparling tangled in an embrace of altered consciousness your lips taste like fire that burns down my throat. Your eyes pierce mine, sending washes of pleasure over the irises. The great blue deep of your eyes becomes my window to the world. Seamlessly shuffle through the corridor of your self loathing and my adoration of you and your candor. --the candor of your being much more than you supposed The shimmer glides through your hair as you move like fluid through my arms and into the world. I lift my glass in asking if this is how destiny chose If I were there I wonder It feels as if I never walked on the ground so many worship. I fear my memory has duplicated so many times that the fondest fondnesses are becoming trivial in the wake of fancy. |