Fallen Flames Desire

the flames of the summer sun find their way down
into earth falling far as deeper waves of sound
only keen ears might hear their percussion buzz
as they restless seek to ignite their bold passions
for driest woods of summer are what they desire
wood rubbing upon wood, or simply match to a fire
entangled to return in luminous sun they aspire

Cruel Rose

the rose is clever cruel beauty born in thorns
for how else would a tiny weapon be most desired?
even raindrops long to be free from greedy clouds
if only they might bathe velvet soft pink pistils
unscathed eternal longing of sacred hidden hearts
drops fallen to earth to meet with the desert dust
I can hear them crying and calling tears their hell
for they seem to disappear in hot and sunny swells
each one dissolving gone into earth’s muddy lodging