Voluceris The Burning 
 
 
   
 
 The Burning 
 
 
A whisper in the moonlight and the sound is like a soft caress 
One touch and I fall, and I fall asunder of a million pieces 
The darkness around me cannot touch, I cannot feel the pain 
Only the lovely scent of breathlessness and longing 
Speak gently and hold me until I may break 
I want to be touched, I want to be loved – need me 
Turn away so I may lull you again to me, to entice 
Please, a sigh, more felt as a pleasant ache along your neck 
One word, one time to be enchanted and captivated 
Clearly, I see you amongst the dim light of desire  
I know what I should not and want what is forbidden 
In my dreams, among my thoughts, I hold you now 
Feel me against you – please – let me feel you… embrace me 
Love me, tease my dreams – fulfill my fantasies.   
I long for peace in the moonlight or heated passion in the darkness… 
I long for quite solitude and loneliness and an eternal lull. 
Please kill me – take the dagger and pierce my lungs or my heart and cease me.  If you love me, end me.  End me. 
Tonight, I take the wine as succor from fermented lips and I hope to drown.  Please release me. 
Release the evening widow on my moist skin and let her linger over my rising and falling until her perfect, succulent taste ends me.  End me. Icy Wings 
 
She spreads her wings and takes a breath before plunging head-first into the night; a phantom among mortals, still bewitching beyond reprieve…  The evening breeze turns tiny droplets of sweat into a flurry of frost as they fly from her heated body.  I wonder where she is going and I wonder how I might join her – my twin who has the answers and who can see the path but never seems to recognize me.   
Torn in two, I fight for every breath, as if existence itself is an impressive battle I might lose.  How can I turn away?  How can I not stare straight into the blazing sun awaiting my awakening?  I lie in slumber, far from aware of the dangers, far from walking away from you.  Can I be responsible for my actions when I am sleepwalking?  You voice is a whisper to me which I cannot bear and cannot bear to liberate. Do you still taste my lips long after we have parted… as I can taste you right now?  I can smell your skin and feel you touch me – when I close my eyes, it is almost real. 
She comes to me and wraps her silken being around my form as I lay still and entranced.  Her burning breath diminishes the ice and we plunge through to a place from whence I came – to a place I may never forget.  To you.  Always when I seek the truth and the core of my heart, I find you.  She has never abandoned me – but sometimes the promise of her truths makes me pray for such.  Where would I be but in your arms if I lost myself?   
05/10/97 Reflections of a Storm 
 
This is how I feel; dark like the evening sky before a storm, troubled, turbulent, and tumultuous.  I am wet like the rain and hot like electricity, flashing down from the heavens; stretching, yearning for release. I invite you in and tease your senses, making your skin prickle in expectation, knowing I will most certainly hurt you, but being unable to turn away regardless.  You are mine, like the earth belongs to the rain, soaking in its moist splendor.  And, though, the air remains charged after the storm, the clouds have vanished; all remaining is a glimmer of hope for reunion.  It is a lingering scent, amplified by desire, but beyond your farthest reaches.  Still you pursue me, knowing our eventualities?  Who then is to blame: me for tempting you or you for allowing yourself to be tempted?   
10/21/05 The Night Holds Me 
 
The night holds me, caressing my skin 
Vapors of heat scented with lust 
We mingle together, forms lost to whim 
As one surrendering in the mist 
A silence which my soul welcomes 
Purity in the cusp of my flesh 
Shuddering, a tear escapes me 
Intensely, I need your touch 
I scream but as only a whimper 
I cry out but as only a sigh 
Want me, need me.  Take me 
12/14/05 EMBRACE ME 
 
A whisper in the moonlight and the sound is like a soft caress 
One touch and I fall, and I fall asunder of a million pieces 
The darkness around me cannot touch, I cannot feel the pain 
Only the lovely scent of breathlessness and longing 
Speak gently and hold me until I may break 
I want to be touched, I want to be loved – need me 
Turn away so I may lull you again to me, to entice 
Please, a sigh, more felt as a pleasant ache along your neck 
One word, one time to be enchanted and captivated 
Clearly, I see you amongst the dim light of desire  
I know what I should not and want what is forbidden 
In my dreams, among my thoughts, I hold you now 
Feel me against you – please – let me feel you… embrace me TO TENDER 
 
Along a wide and distant shore, I wander, apart from my self  
I entertain thoughts to undo me, to drift endlessly 
My poet has spun a thread, a solitary story of a life 
I do not recognize the characters or the lines or the prints 
I have lost myself before I could contain my desires 
Under reality and apart from truth, I seek enlightenment 
I fondle the pain as a cherished, treasured longing – belonging 
So distant, the cries and still they resonate within my soul 
The longings for acceptance and the outrage and despair 
Intense and powerful, the weeping in lust and passion, it blisters 
The wounds are naked and enticing and lovely and brutal 
To attain the love and satisfy the passion, I wistfully submit to pain 
Hurt me if from an unyielding embrace, I want not to flee 
I will bend to your whims and fulfill all you dare not crave 
With no uncertainties or inhibitions, I freely tender my will and my love 
 
 
 Publication Date: December 18th 2009 https://www.bookrix.com/-voluceris