Heat Wave. Poem by Fay Slimm
Heat Wave.
It starts slowly, rolling over the brain.
Desire then crests in foaming furnace-heat.
Once atop this wave of need nothing remains
But roller-coaster ride into the deep.
Heat wave trims the soul of conscious coldness.
Love's fever, once felt, softens with smother.
Closes escape holes, then designs control.
Such flame-storm is made to melt all other.
Until charged with unwavering desire
Love demurs what it needs to be set on fire.
You describe the indescribable with taste and finesse. There is something of the 'sonnet' feel about this, too, which is interesting, as it is only ten lines in length. The final couplet is especially fine - a tribute to your love of language. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
how can you craft such a beautiful and profound masterpieces always my friend? ? ? great work! ! ! 10
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4/22/2024 6:29:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
when i saw the title i remered the movie 'sister act'.. there was a song by that name.. it hink............ anyhow......... thsi my dear fay is excellent... you teach me well.