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
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'.
ReplyDeleteThis gave me chills. It's perfect.
ReplyDeleteEspecially this part:
I seek to be prayed over
and have all lips murmur
perfect intentions and blessings
I can relate to this one!!
ReplyDeleteI love: "I crave vaporization"
Nicely done.
Lovely. Thanks for sharing such intimate longings.
ReplyDeleteWOW! Love it!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is......careful what you wish for.
ReplyDeleteMe? I'm a big wuss. I just crave sleep.
Great poem!
Great imagery, very powerful.
ReplyDeleteAnd Conflagrare is such a beautiful word, Italian? Even spontaneous combustion is damn sensual in the lover's language.