My Hair, Like Fire

my hair like fire
my lips, the wind
my breast the sun
and a solar flare
love blooming, bursting
out of my chest
x-rays and hard gamma
desire lifting my eyes
my eyes of the blue ocean
swirling, spilling
salty lust tears
my ribs ache with denial
seeking retrieval
remembering you
thirsty, a blotter begging
hoping, wanting
wishful and dreamy
reflections of spinning galaxies
in every dew drop
every sigh
every time I lick my lips
fire, my hair,
spreading across my pillow
waiting, waiting
for someone just like
you


tara caribou | ©2020

25 thoughts on “My Hair, Like Fire

  1. Working that magic.

    I could quote the entire piece as liking it but I absolutely loved this:

    thirsty, a blotter begging
    hoping, wanting
    wishful and dreamy
    reflections of spinning galaxies
    in every dew drop
    every sigh
    every time I lick my lips
    fire, my hair,
    spreading across my pillow
    waiting, waiting
    for someone just like
    you

    This is the type of poetry that takes your mind on a journey. Love it!

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  2. This is so sensual and beautiful, Tara. I am beyond immersed in the imagery you create, and I especially love this journey you take us on. It’s also kind of sci-fi with the galaxies and gamma rays. Such a beautifully written piece.

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  3. “my ribs ache with denial” … who doesn’t know that feeling, and all its ‘friends’ … another ‘heart in the blender’ piece … works that touch are amazing, sometimes that touch is gentle, sometimes not, sometimes it is in how it lands on the individual … loved it.

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  4. sometimes I wonder why, other times i laugh, that pain is what makes me feel real. how can we ever know happiness, pleasure, joy, without knowing sadness, pain and sorrow – how can we know the coin without knowing both sides? it seems like everything or nothing, and everything is a challenge, nothing is denial. denial is not my friend …

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    1. I completely agree. We need to experience all aspects to really appreciate any of it at all. The key is to not stay in that place. To accept all things. How can I love the rain without those sunny days to compare it to? How can I appreciate the smiles without the tears? Acceptance may be the first key.

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  5. Loved this (and hope my comment doesn’t end in spam) poem. The intense longing for “…dreamy reflections of spinning galaxies” especially resonated. 💫 As always, the intensity of your passion is breathtaking and a special gift 💝

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