Emotions swirl through me.
Fire grabs me and pulls me to you.
Your eyes, color of the grass after a good rain,
Your hair the color of earth at sunset...
Your lips soft enough to burn mine.
Fires as warm as your sincerity,
Passions undying...
And I kissed you.

Take me in your arms,
Take me to the eternal flame.

Circles spin in my eyes
And all I see is you.

Passions pass into flames,
I'm burning...
Your touch ignites me.
Your eyes invite me.
For a moment,
I am yours,
And you are mine.

Your lips on mine,
A perfect union...
Morgayn   April 5, 1995

25 responses total.

This poem was written for someone who is very dear to me, they know who they
are...May the fires of passion burn brightly, luv....

What I want to know is where can I find one? ; )
Very strong, I loved the passion in it. Good stuff, Morgayn.

You can find people like this all over, you just have to find the right one
is all....
   Thanks Odye. :)

Wonderful imagery, morgayn!
"Your lips soft enough to burn mine"
Being yanked in an all together different direction I thought the line would go
I love it.

Hmmm...Me thinks me feels better already... :)
You really liked it, Fraizer?

Oh yeah

Now Spacey, what directions did that line take you?
The intention of the line was along the lines of *please excuse the pun* the
fact that this person's lips are so soft and so inviting and so attractive to
me that my lips burned to touch theirs, they burned to kiss this person...
Is that what you ewre getting? It's an aching, burning desire/need...

What is the color of earth at sunset.... ? I always think of the
classic burnt orange of an Arizone desert or something.... : )
Just curious..... ; ) What other colors are there??

That was the color I was going for, a very deep reddish...the earth tends
to take on a very deep auburn tint at sunset....I was thinking more of brown
with heavy reddish accents...but the Arizona color works better...
As for are there other colors...sure...Have you never seen a pink sunset, or
purple? Or how abnout those days where the sun doesn't seem to set at all, it
just sort of disappears? 
*Morgayn hopes she has cleared this up for Odye...:)*
*Morgayn REALLY appreciates both Odye and Fraizer's comments. :)*

See, look, now I've got you doing it, morgayn.
Your putting '...' all over your response.... : )

Heh heh, Odye, you are funny. I like you...

Yum!  Nice first part of a longer piece: go with the "flame" imagery- what
happens next?  Where does the fire take you or how does it change you, can
you ride it or take it inside?  If she's fire, what are you- the fuel or
the metal being shaped, or a crucible which can hold fire without being
burned or a clay oven being warmed or what?

What makes you so sure the subject of the poem is a 'she', Kami?
*Morgayn eyes Kami suspiciously..*
  The point of the poem was not to tell the readers where the passion and
flames took me. I'm sure we can all figure out where the flames took me. The
point was to show how the flames became ignited, how they started... How
the flames were not going to burn me, but consume me, and I don't mind that.

Because most of the people with whom I connect you are female, and the
referent doesn't feel specifically male.

In poetry, you don't *assume* "we can all figure out" anything- you hint,
telegraph, lead, direct, imply, etc. so as to almost insure that the reader
arrives where the poet intends, yet without the coarseness of a bald statement
(except in service to some other, more subtle, point).  Indeed, this one
poem has a sexual feel, but so what! 
Again, it's good enough to want a "what next": not a blow-by-blow, but how
does it feel to be "consumed, not burned"?  Again, how have you been
changed if the fire has consumed you yet you exist?  And what becomes of
that flame?

But I don't WANT the poem to go further...
The ending lines are just that, ending lines...
"Your lips on mine,
A perfect union..."
   These words are trying to direct, convey, imply, show that the feelings
invoked make the subject feel 'perfect'. I don't see how the poem COULD go on
after those words...

I liked the ending as is..... Every time I read it
I get this unmistakeable imagery of a 2 lovers who have
just seperated from a very initmate kiss and whose lips
are still just inches apart.... And there is like this
mutual acknowledgement of the perfect union going on between
them in the aftermath.....

Thats what I think of at the end, and I must admit, is a 
very powerful image personally.... *sigh*

I agree with you, Odye, and that is the image I was trying to get at the end.
*smile*

yeah, you're right, it's just fine as it is.  I wonder what more I wanted
to see at the time.

Well, I wonder what you were thinking of? Care to share?

gone, long gone.
poor lonely thoughts winging out to sea,
sad empty skull
echoing with the sweep and snap of receding wings.
sorry, can't remember at all.

i like it, don't know why, but i like it

I'm sure that you are aware that often in this conference and in the poetry
confrence 
the diolog can be extremly distracting from the point of the poem
I just thought I'd mention that along with my praise

The dialog in the poem, or the dialog after the poem? Leighton, I am a bit
confused.
Praise? Hmm...*Morgayn blushes*  You guys....stop....you're going to give me
a swelled head...;)
What did you like about it, Leighton? What was the point of the poem?

<odye is applying ice to reduce the swelling>

Silly puppy, thank you...;)   *Morgayn is applying the ice to her swelled head*
Thank you all, you know, it makes me so happy to know that I have touched you
all so.....

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