Ardor Sustenance

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Maestro Photography

Your heat is about me

It is a blanket, a cloak of feverishness

An eternal wrap of rays

Heating my outer shell ……brittle

Seeping into my inner softness.


At times you hold me too tight…then

I become a burner, whitest of flame

As if the air within my throat

Turns to wet fire and light

And whoever I touch

(Even the world)

Will be singed, burnt into glow


I’m in denial of your grip

Burrowing inside tall greenhouses

Filled with the hazy scent of air conditioner

My numbed fingers upon triggers,

Computer keys full of messages

About you, in response to you

Talk of sustaining our relationship


I see you spying upon me

Dampened by tinted windows

Only a simple film divides us

Your eyes are too bright

Not to be noticed

Once they have laid their gleam


Knowing I have caught you

You enter…….extending your touch


Upon my naked arm


16 Comments on “Ardor Sustenance

  1. This poem is a strong and skillfully executed metaphor, unified and standing up through verses, repeatedly capturing my respect. Thanks for showing me how to write.

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  2. Pingback: Ardor Sustenance — Elan Mudrow – thirteen clovers

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