Naked in the flame (a poem)

Naked Flame.

I sleep
walk straight
into memory
of you curved along a crescent moon
dripping magic
stars falling in the night
locked
behind closed doors
opening wide corridors
of delight stretched
along skin moist
against your touch
releasing
desire
into the night

I breathe
fire
in
breath trapped
raw edges
slipping
out
breath
sliding against
bare skin
peeled back
along skeletal details
of your passion
burning bright
along the moon’s path
moving
through the night

I quiver
back arched
upon cupids bow
pulled tight
by your fingers
tracing
moon beams
dancing
upon my skin
stripped bare
in the fire
your touch
burning hot
against my skin
naked
in the night

I sleep
walk
naked
in the flame.

There's a new place in cyber-town, a neighbourhood pub where poet's and artists and visitor's are invited to come and join in conversation, poetry and good times. dVerse Poets Pub is celebrating its opening tonight by inviting those who will participate to contribute a poem in tonight's Open Link celebration.

The above poem created itself -- it just appeared out of the cosmos, bled through my fingertips onto the page.

There's a whole bunch of amazing words by incredible poets waiting to be read over at dVerse Poets Pub. Click on over and feast your creative spirit. You'll be glad you did!