When a Brown Phoenix Erupts

It was the thought of you that 
caused the first eruption to take place
No amount of water could put out the 
Phoenix that burns within me
Cloaked with your soft skin, 
I felt invincible
I felt supported
I felt wanted by
your brown eyes
your sweet lips
left ringing sensations
that only me and God could hear

The second eruption was a stronger craving
a deeper desire
fermented, elongated, permanent
Your touch knows me
Melts me
until your cocoa butter settles in 
I found Safety
I found Renewal 
-Arnelle W