Monday, December 18, 2006

Fire Tender

The moon slipped
beneath the surface
of a black sky, like
a hand disappearing in silk lingerie
tending the fires of night.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Passionate! Moon and the cloud as lovers!

samuru999 said...

I love this poem Pat!
Beautiful!

Margie

Anonymous said...

Hot stuff, Pat. Takes us in an unexpected but convincing direction.

Don Iannone said...

Hum...love that slutty poetry!

Borut said...

Great image. Must borrow from the wisdom of others (again:): 'it was when he mastered fire that the lord of beasts became a lord of men'.

Poetry by Kai said...

i luv it

polona said...

mmmmm... delightfully sensual...
love it!

MB said...

Oh my! I like the element of surprise in this — much more than a simple eclipse.

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

oh who! Hot stuff Pat!!

Anonymous said...

Wow!

trinitystar said...

Saucy!
:o)

minerva bloom said...

Liquid beauty and what an awesome ending!!

C said...

This is very, how you say, exotic.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Be careful, you'll end up with 4 kids with poems like that! :)

Tim S said...

Steaming Hot!! - Ditto Bill.

Pat Paulk said...

Gautami, a little passion in the heavens!!

Thanks Margie!!

Thanks Bill!!

Don, I guess the moon's secret is out. Thanks!!

Borut, I'm not sure we've mastered "fire".

Thank you Kai!!

Polona, as I looked at the moon's final sliver my naughty brain went to work. Thanks!!

MB,it all looked consentual to me.

Corey, most days I feel about medium warm, but, some days...

Thanks SB!!

Life without sauce is bland. Thanks Trinity star!!

Minerva, a little wine, a little "sliver" of moon and what other ending could there be??

C, and I was hoping for erotic. Oh well.

Andrew, got all those scars I need to have.

Thanks Tim!!

tammy said...

absolutely beautiful.