I Release Myself To Heat

so cccccold

but

seeking f

or warmth

feeling

for flames

orange purple fat

red hot

fury

Oh Agnayi, 

my love

Chantico,

my heart

Freya,

my flickering, my breath

Ida,

my belly

Sekhmet,

my life

OH Vesta!

to baste in

to glory with

in dancing fever

Oh Fuchi,

your torrid fingers

arouse in me

desire

but you only

flirt….

steam free’s

from my chilled lips

I

need

I

choose

I

now

release myself to heat

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

16 thoughts on “I Release Myself To Heat

  1. Wow… I had to do some research here – thanks for introducing me to some members of the international pantheon of fire goddesses (especially Fuchi) 🙂 if you want to find some inner heat, this is the way to do it!

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  2. I’m relying on the above to get the references. This is intense, gorgeous and just so poetic…. I know that is a strange way to describe a poem, but this seems like the essence of what words can do and where they can move you…and what heat they can bring.

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  3. Whoa. I’ll mail you a good, Canadian winter approved blanket. It will take care of the cold body, and may even warm the soul a little. For the other, more intriguing aspect to this poem…I have no solution. 😉

    Also, darn that Fuchi anyway.

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    1. oooh a canadian blanket! made from real canadian fur
      hmmm from a real canadian fur tree. 🙂
      yeah fuchi such a t e a s e r!

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