Burn me Red Queen!
When my eyes caress you
the depths of my soul
ignite so hot that
the sun is powerless,
no more than a cool breeze
falling across my face.

Burn me Red Queen!
Until not even birds
flying so far and alone
can pass above us
without sensing it:
your light, rebellious sunrise
over clear fresh lake where
below, floating, we touch.

Yes Burn me Red Queen!
You who encompass me
arrowed point blank
at hearts' center,
lake of fire, where
our passion consumes us,
a cauldron where we are lost.

Burn me Red Queen!
When you touch me
exactly as I desire,
I am dreaming, exploding sunlight, a threshold
across which we fall, sun fall on us,
until you consume us.

Burn us Red Queen!
Eternal incendiary
until we are washed away
souls cleansed, made one
with crystalline tears,
distillation from the lake
of your perpetual fire.
9/25/98

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