Fire

the waves subside
and i hide in my cocoon
the silence starts to squeal
the empty rooms fill

i look around and see images
yet to happen but foreseen
in my cocoon
i wait. patience.

then she comes in
the patience pays
she walks in
like a soldier who has all seen

then it ends
and the game begins
i rise and break
the cocoon from within

i guide her into the chamber
of the newfound castle
we move into the box
the surprises will unfold

as we lay under the pseudo sky
yet to begin as we lie
in the mist of her fragrance
the purity soars and converge

time splits and vacates
million thoughts in me rage
we dive together
behold. the sacred sin's begun

shapes cut through the darkness
sense and smell guide
then i cut her into half
and fill her with mine

she rises high
under the pseudo sky
where i fill her
for what i missed

she surrenders
my new found slave
for the stimulus
and the tender whiplash

she gives in
at the highest point
but tries to hide
all in vain. a slave atlast

i rise again
like a phoenix so pure
the fire burns again
as she begins to crave

the veins filled now
with love obscure
passion drives within
her moans belowing

i complete the circle
not to begin
the soldier she was
witnessed the unseen

she is till warm
with the fire i unleashed
trying to negate and hold
her fragile frail

the phoenix subsides
lost and cold
trail of ashes and dust
lay where the fire began

back into the cocoon
from where it rose
waiting again to unfold
patience. i wait.