Tonight I Must Put Out the Fire

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    Tonight I Must Put Out the Fire

    Tonight I Must Put Out the Fire

    ( Joseph J. Conte 01/13/2009)

     

    As I stare at the flames, rising from the logs in my fireplace,

    I am mesmerized by visions, of a lovely sweet smiling face.

     

    Wisps of hair swaying cross the forehead, shimmering in the light,

    Lips that are small and inviting, and dimples declaring its alright.

     

    The warmth from the burning logs, is increasing my desire,

    And the dreamy lover dancing in the flames, is setting me on fire.

     

    I reach for her in my dreams, and we dance in between the flames,

    I can touch her only briefly, as she spins and plays her games.

     

    As she jumps, twists, and turns, her body moves are spirit like,

    A sight to behold, she is lovely and soft, like a new born tyke.

     

    She stands on the tip of a flame, gathering the spirits of Chi,

    Moving gracefully through Qigong, and motions of Tai Chi.

     

    Oh! fool that I am, I dream of an angel, a spirit to me,

    My mind is corrupted, all cloudy and fuzzy, you see.

     

    So tonight I will put out the fire, and retire to sleep,

    Pull up the covers, close my eyes, and count sheep.

     

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    IrishMs commented on Tonight I Must Put Out the Fire

    10-20-2009

    Joseph, The imagery is lovely and exciting. You bring her almost to life with your descriptions of her movements. Thanks for sharing.

    kmooney commented on Tonight I Must Put Out the Fire

    09-13-2009

    Again, a nice piece of work. Good use of imagery and imagination. The flames of a fire do often seem to come alive, in vision and mind. The idea that they twist and bend like a female visage is very original and inviting. I like your style. Please read some of my works when you get an opportunity. Looks like we live pretty close to one another. Great job... Kevin.

    josephconte

    09/13/2009

    Thank you so much for your kind words

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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