fallen verses

Last Line? close enough.

Poetry Thursday’s (completely and totally optional) idea was Last Lines, First Lines: take the last line of an older poem, and use it as the first line of a new poem. Perhaps it’s just me, but last lines have totally different needs than first lines, and I had quite a time finding a last line that was lower on the last-line-ness so I could use it as a first line, then I rewrote the line anyway to make it a better first line. So, the poem I posted just a few minutes ago (The Smell of Honey…) really did have the last line that was the first line of this poem, but it doesn’t anymore and I posted the other one in case anyone was curious about where the line came from. Enough blathering, the poem:

Radiant Kisses

Your insistent touch
bears the fire of your passion..
The heat washes over me
like soft rain
and the mist of your breath
fills my ear.
Your skin, bare on mine,
feels like starlight
glittering brighter than the sun.
I consign myself
to your pyre
and fuel it with my own
passion, desire.
We have become the sun
of our world, radiant,
filling the infinite
with our kisses.
We can linger forever,
fingers searching,
tongues caressing,
bodies
flaring with each
wave of pleasure.
We outshine the moon
and we will never see the dawn
blinded, as we are,
by the synergy of love and lust.