In Response to “Passion”

This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Pas­sion.

And the night of numb­ness gives way to fire. Fire in eyes, fire in breath, fire in touch. A burn­ing that only div­ing head-​​first into smol­der­ing wet­ness will relieve.

“Let go,” he said, and she gazed back uncom­pre­hend­ingly through half-​​lidded eyes. She had no thoughts left to process the series of sounds he uttered. Yet, his mean­ing was clear; sur­ren­der.

And as claws of steel entered her above and below, as hun­gry teeth peeled the skin off her nip­ple, as real­ity became a slip­pery fish in her soapy hands, she thought, So this is what it feels like…

And then she let go.
then she let go.
she let go.
let go.
go.
.