Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Conflagrare

I want to be burned
consumed by a thing for once
all in and no holds

I crave vaporization
and refinement down to
the rarified essence of me

I yearn to be stirred up
and sifted through so that
no part of me is hidden

I seek to be prayed over
and have all lips murmur
perfect intentions and blessings

I desire to be flung
into recesses of earth that
want nothing more than to consume me

I want to burn

7 comments:

  1. If only...oh, to be consumed. I notice that you take great care not to say what. Your reader is left to decide the nature of the 'thing'.

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  2. This gave me chills. It's perfect.

    Especially this part:

    I seek to be prayed over
    and have all lips murmur
    perfect intentions and blessings

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  3. I can relate to this one!!

    I love: "I crave vaporization"

    Nicely done.

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  4. Lovely. Thanks for sharing such intimate longings.

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  5. All I can say is......careful what you wish for.

    Me? I'm a big wuss. I just crave sleep.

    Great poem!

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  6. Great imagery, very powerful.
    And Conflagrare is such a beautiful word, Italian? Even spontaneous combustion is damn sensual in the lover's language.

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