Seared and Maddened

I want to be
Seared and maddened
By somebody's soul

The contact that
Penetrates and rearranges
Every bit of my whole

An intimacy risked
A drowning danger in your pool of
Fire ripples on the Moon

Breathe. Hold nervously
Longing to exhale aching lungs
Burning inside you

I yearn to be
Seared and maddened
By your unbound soul


© Huw Powell
printed 21 February 2024

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