Molten heat, flesh dripping
with the perspiration of passion's fire.
Crimson patches with crusted edges;
blisters of the resistant strain of hearts
wanting
more to ignite and burn in sacrifice;
the stench of charred skin,
a blood offering to the gods who pander
to longing.
The pyre broils unbridled, arms out-
s t r e t c h e d and reaching to
breach the ford between
love and lust. A bridge.
It is what is, from the sanctuary
of solitary souls. Barren.
No one watches,
no one sees from whence smoke rises.
Immolation
becomes my affliction,
setting myself ablaze for adulation's sake,
an implosion of inward emotions laid bare.
And there, where only ash remains
a powdered stain where once hearts conjoined.
© JPW 2013
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Wow. Such strong images throughout. The bridge between lust and love can be wobbly at times.
ReplyDeleteVery strong and a powerful piece!
ReplyDeleteExceedingly graphic metaphor that makes the reader consider the depth and breadth of passion. Details abound! Nice response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteStrong write which sounds it could apply equally to love and war........which isnt so far off, sometimes (smiles). I especially like the blood offering to the gods.
ReplyDeletefiery words, images with so strong passion........a powerful write up.....
ReplyDelete"a powdered stain where once hearts conjoined"....great piece, Joseph!
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