On the Altar of Desire

This overflow of desire
held her in place
on his burning altar
where the fires of his poetry
in aching waves
licked at her skin,
melting her, moulding her,
consuming her to ash
and from his flesh reviving her,
eternally reshaping her,
in the intimacy
of his endless embrace
a poem exhaling the depth
of darkness and light,
each quiver on her lips
a moaning flower,
a soft, glowing star
in the gushing river of the night.

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