Ashes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

AshesAshes, Edvard Munch (1894)

Ashes

They are consumed by erotic passion
Tearing at the other like starved lions
Creating hotness greater than the sun
Becoming searing flames neither slackens

Like bellows desperately pumping air
Lungs enlarged to a point of explosion
Salty steam rising from the naked pair
Of their fleshy mass there is no fission

There’s no glow from their smoldering ashes
Not a single drop of desire remains
The needing feelings of love now ceases
Yet in the lovers’ hearts are darkened stains

Like others, they’re victims of nature’s game
Which does not provide for love eternal
Only a new generation to claim
Been true since Eve gave Adam the apple