By Nikki
Date: 2 June 2000

Fire

In the beginning
it was fireworks
and free-fall.
I was sitting on a 
ton of rocket fuel
waiting for lift off,
or maybe for it to blow up in my face.
My heart played leap frog
with the ashes of a 
soul seared by the
wildfires of past loves.
Wanton desires mounted
as chanted litanies
calmed the fears of
a world-weary mind.
Bodies came together,
the beginning of one,
the end of another,
indistinguishable
as senses were enveloped
in a haze of frantic
blood-rushing, heart-stopping
passion,
culminating with souls
entwining in the vacuum
of space as sated flesh
breathed a sigh of release.
Seeds of love, brought by
angels with wings of fire
were planted silently
in the cracks of the
not-so-solid barrier
around the heart.
They whispered words
of reassurance that
this flame would not
harm if tended carefully.
Rocket fuel and fireworks?
Bring it!
The seeds grow deep
as I languish in the
pool of your love.

NL 6/1/00