“This Erotic Burn” by John G. Evans
I am fire fanning the flames of crucified flesh unduly forsaken,
I am the hot, red, hallowed blood that burns through guiltless veins.
I am the sacred night sweltering for sacred curves and cambered frames. *
With fiery dreams and melded hearts, flowered echoes in the blackness of night,
woven within the fabric for each soul’s birthright.
I am a fiery star of a universal midnight.
For each rhythmic flow of written words, the page spills over at the brim,
the rawness of word carries true till life’s very end.
I am the poet nude in thought, her voice and charms as coal burns hot.
I have burned, and yearned to burn, for a simple taste of love unearned.
I have surrendered my soul who thirsts the burn that never dies.
It is in death I cry, or a sacred moment I lie, in this cradle of vexing flesh.
In touching the sun for a mystical heart, oh, burning soul
and brackish flesh, why, oh why?
This erotic burn and erogenous mess?
Well, “abstinence is better than perfect moderation” *
spoken by a true religious.
And others, eunuchs, saints, blest,
a harvest tool to set us free of modernity.
*cambered frames meaning undulated bodies.
*Saint Augustine (quote).
This poem This Erotic Burn shares a rare, yet raw details from April 1972 while serving active duty with the USMC. This moment sieged by an aggravated assault through a forceful violation of my sexual intimacy. This siege occurred before I knew the love of a good woman. This incident also proved to shape my underdeveloped mind at seventeen regarding my sexual intimacy I will carry with me the remainder of my life. I did fight back, although, facing sluggish year upon sluggish year of a numbing Military Sexual Trauma (MST), that deadened me throughout my teens and twenties with a suicidal ideation.