Seeking sanctuary from the burn
I enter her cold and holy dance,
and am unmasked, and frozen
between armors of snow
and tundric nakedness
as she avalanches
to a purer love.
She moves in fires I cannot enter
and consumes my sleep in flames.
She pours herself through me,
a radiant and smoldering lava
scorching a charcoal path
on which I ride
to her bright beauty.
There is seduction in her conflagration
that binds me with smoky tongues
and releases me in blinding light.
Her immaculate impossibility remains
and I am fused forever
to this sighing ghost
of ash and passion.
painting and poem by clinock.
Deja vu – edited redux from 2014.