Phoenix Rising

there is fire
in my fire
and i
don't want to put it out.

i want to be reborn in it --
phoenix-like and mighty.

To revel in it;
to walk through it,
bare foot and naked,

-- unadorned --

swaying
with the
subtle,
heated light
of need;
it's glow
brushing my waiting skin
with the flames of
wanton desire
while i burn with it.

smoldering
from the inside out,
my skin threatens
to catch light;
to burst
with the burgeoning ardor
that fuels my waking dreams.

i am hot and hungry
torrid and taut
on edge and on my game.

eager

for the match to meet my tinder,

for the wildfire
of warm hands on fiery flesh

and for the aftermath
of ashes
cooling in my mouth.

there is fire
in my fire...
and i am
the phoenix rising.

© Tanya Anguita