To be said,
about love.
Birthed
in the shadow
of the rock, a daughter of Tyre
thou art my hiding place
dozing, salamander
curled, nose to tail,
fire banked, ready
for the warm breath
of a lover
on newly discovered flesh.
I will instruct thee and teach thee
in the way in which thou shalt go
All is overwhelmed
by heat,
desire ripping
through dry brush,
leaping,
treetop to treetop,
dry pines bursting to red life,
wave upon wave of
needles like lit matches, flaring, engulfed….
thou art fairer than the children of men
grace is poured into thy lips.
Fire stirs wind,
breath brings
heat to skin.
Your touch, Princess of Tyre….
Oh oh oh
thine arrows are sharp
WOW, WM, this is amazing. You have taken me somewhere almost biblical, if not older than that. Almost has a feel of Gilgamesh to it.
Thanks. A little Valentine’s ditty.
Completely loved it.
Beautifully written. 🙂