Rising (NaPoWriMo day seven)

Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive!

Reed thin
Your glassy orb sets me on fire
Temperature rising I can feel it in my bones
In my soul
You stand there against the wall
Tempting me with the rise of heat,
The sweat runs slowly down the nape of my neck
As I lift my hair to cool off.
The morning sun has turned you from cold to steaming
And I long for more
This hot flame burns through to my core.
I’ve waiting so long for this moment of release,
Mercury rising
Oh baby, yes. More.

Thoughts on a love for a hot thermometer after a long cold winter.

color wonder (harmony)

she comes to him in visions
Wonder of color
The mark of her essence ,
Through rivers of symbolism
She is baptized in the currents
Head under
Her thoughts flow
Like a winding road
To his heart.
Music of timeless
Measure in lines and notes
Of love
Keeping time
To the beating of hearts
And breath.
She beckons to follow
Like a dream she remembers
From a time when peace did flow
Like wine from a vessel
Of pewter
Encrusted with rubies
Her birth stone
Glittering at her throat
She tips back to drink
A toast
To harmony.