Gathering in cupped palms to be
swallowed down. A trickle- drip in the
back of the throat and hidden dark places;
Flowing to pool in silent, dark heat.
Rising as gorge and tasting like honey
A black cloud, Revel in it's intensity,
Eating away to a silver lining that burns your eyes.

Heart melody. Thrumming in my ears,
humming in my blood. Slow laborous thuds to speak of desires,
and whisper what's concealed.

I'm melting. Falling in on myself, as
formless as hot wax; heated breath.
Just as powerful.

No escape.
None wanted, wills broken and made mine.
I'll feed until gorged and bloated;
dry ground in a monsoon.

Lapping in me, washing over me.
Surrounded; engulfed; consumed and consumer.
Breaking sweet flesh and giving freedom.
Fly away with me.

copyright Stacy Parker 1999