Trapped
Midst Thanatos and Eros
This Yellow Laburnum wilts.
But Slowly steady
it’s Sun
Approaches.
These, the days
Grow hotter
And stronger.
The force of
A bull.
The heat of
An anghiti.
The Laburnums bloom
Strident yellow
Fiery fire.
Matched
Pace to heat.
A Hectoring Blaze!
O do unto me
As the Summer Sun
Does to the Laburnum!
Scorching Passion,
A flaming emotion.
With tongues of red
And fingers orange!
Ablaze as Indra on a
Cloud alights.
So bloom my petals.
They bleed fire!
And trails of Red
The fingers of desire.
I rake them
down your blazing back!
A scream
Of sweat.
Each droplet drenched
In withering passion.
Consume
In your blaze
My burnished blooms.
Feed That fire!
And In some
Sultry moment.
As a stallion lost
On a wild charge!
I’d open my being.
And with burning
Yellow laburnums
Scream!
Your name.
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