Seeking sanctuary from the burn
I trespass her ice and holy dance
and am caught, unmasked,
between flaming carapace and tundric flesh.
She rises with a purer love
in fiery blizzards I cannot name,
consuming me in smoldering tears
by which I navigate her bright beauty.
There are red mysteries in her conflagration
binding me with smoking tongues,
releasing me in blinding light,
fusing me forever to this silent ghost of ash and passion.
Painting and Poem by Clinock