night never-ends

PLOD - Poetry Life or Death
2 min readJul 16, 2020

by brian knippers

beautifully arrayed
finely broken circles
burning coals
amber dawn’s
glowing diagrams
what…
fire…
are you attempting
to tell me?
explain yourself
without words
your burning bed of fiery embers
mesmerizing
a voice echoes inside my head
exist brian
exist
like your forefathers
and
their forefathers
before them
they all
every one of them
sat around a fire
staring vacantly
into myriads of burning embers
a thousand souls
reaching forward
a damp log
pops
sending dancing sparks
soaring upwards
shifting
smoke rolls
into night’s sky
bundles of
tiny roiling sparks
a riot
thereof
riding thermal waves
upward
breaking apart
before
burning out
yesterday’s souls
no more
I look towards you
flames dancing
eyes searching
glassy eyes
we both smile
I wonder
how can such a perfect specimen
be mine?

we smell deeply of wood smoke
we inhale one another
I reach for you
holding you
a lasting embrace
fire rages beside us
your warmth
more laughter
we stand together
knowing one another’s thoughts
it’s time
we walk
dark woods
shadows
play upon
glowering trunks
a chill stills
cool air
we lay aside one another
large blanket
carefully unfolded
upon the ground
smells fresh of forest
invading our senses
your soft
prickly
observant
big eyes stare back
at
mine
a river tickles our senses
nearby
tinkling bells
water glides smoothly
beside us
my hands glide skillfully
over your body
pulling your sweater
over your head
you’re exactly
what I need
what I’ve
longed for
I need you
waiting
with you
for this moment

your cold
shaking
slightly
skin prickling
I kiss your arms
little kisses
your neck
pull me closer
warmth
passion
pour your love
inside me
night air
rushing
lungs
movement
I breathe you
taking you
into me
listen
water trickles
down
a slippery slide
beyond us
laughter
distant
you roll on top of me
trees sway
slightly
overhead
stars shine
down
upon your body
silken hair
falling
always falling
across
my face…chest
we find
rhythm
bodies meeting
as if
this
first time
how quickly
our
everything
became
intertwined
woven branches of light
darkest corners of night
I breathe your scent
honeycomb
cherries
kiss up
your legs
salty smooth
wonderful
woeful
difficult to breathe
breathtaking
heartbreaking
perfect
your careless lips
are everywhere
caress mine
I grab
your lower back
this seemingly
deceptive curve
never
want
to let go
lower
pull me
to you
breathe your ransom
night’s eternal passion
we transform
fully formed
forever in
our moment
life’s impervious
our existence
here
now
feel me
we are
must
never end

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PLOD - Poetry Life or Death

Musings from an incarcerated dyslexic. Poems, Reviews, Essays, Flash Fiction, Short Stories and other random Lit from behind the wall.