I SURRENDER TO HER BLAZE

I AM BUT HOLLOW DRY WOOD 
LAYING IN THE DUST OF THE EARTH 
WAITING TO BE CONSUMED 
BY YOUR FERVENT HEAT.

I AM HYPNOTIZED BY YOUR SWIRL OF COLORS 
MOVING SLOWLY TOWARDS MY DEMISE.

YET I LAY MOTIONLESS, 
TRAPPED, 
BY THE SOUND OF YOUR KISSES 
TELEGRAPHED ON THE WIND.

I CAN SEE THE RAGE WITHIN YOUR BLUE EYES 
AND YOUR CONSUMING POWER OF RED FLAMES
WHICH FALLS FROM YOUR LIPS 
LIKE THE BLINDNESS OF VOLCANIC ASHES.

MANY MEN, SMALL AND GREAT 
YOU’V DEVOURED WITHOUT A FIGHT.

AND I FORECAST THE SAME OUTCOME
OF MY SUBDUED HEART 
WHICH YOU HAVE SEIZED 
BY YOUR MYSTICAL BEAUTY.

WILFORD BARKER.