iFire

iFire task alien, convulsive
hidden unseen skintight covering
clay tempered inward divulges
iFire blaze, chestful hovering

iFire expulses passions
heart's secret sagacious dream
iFire settle internal ashes
temper an aching stream

Love Letter No 24 - Wild Love

Dear Bond,
Wild love, alive, growing, living, with its very own presence.
Wild love is waiting in the front room behind the door, at the foot of the basement stairs, in bed in the house with the door unlocked at 2:30am, or on the couch ready for a cuddle and kiss, to be grabbed, hugged, rubbed, loved, and finally dragged off to another room for more.
Wild love is gazing through candlelight across the tablecloth that covers bare floor. Eating a simple meal before putting the lights out to scramble over one another.
Wild love causes carpet burns on elbows and knees, takes a sleeping bag in place of a king sized bed, finds the floorboard of a truck or seat leaned back for moments of pure bliss, or a room with a view miles from home, or drags one off to the bedroom at first opportunity.
Wild love, soooo flexible.

Wild love sorts through clothes in discreet darkness and says, "this is yours, this is mine, where's those socks? my undies?"

Wild love! It can be a puzzle, but forsake it!? Never!
To lose wild love's passion is to lose our very selves.

Oh how we love, Wild Love,
Larryg

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