The Cold Summer Bon Fire

Stars are hidden; only clouds are out tonight 

As voices gather at the final summer bon fire  

 Someone’s scratching music on the old guitar  

 While raging flames rise up crackling to the air

...

My lips are warmed by the prayer in your kiss;

  Like a candle lit... glowing in my dark temple   

  You call out my name in a breathless whisper   

  As I stand behind you, squeezing your breasts    

   ...

  My face resting safe on your warm shoulder;

  Fragrance of perfume clothes the subtle skin     

  Contentment rise skyward in slow ascent, all      

  Troubles lose their way in this beautiful fury;

   ...

  And turn to smoking ambers on the ground,

  But the cool wind so troubles the flames,and

  Within moments the rain appears in torrents;  

  Falling cold and reckless with fits of anger   

... 

  Patiently you wait for me, as I just stand still

  Wordlessly looking skyward as a greedy child;   

   Wanting one more perfect moment to appear;

   to feed my endless hungry