Walking on Coals

Posted on May 30, 2009 by Avery Cassell

Fucking you is like walking on coals;
I move forward, feet tender,
And I, tenacious,
Your hand inside of me,
A slap to my chest and I open.

My heart is in a cave,
The cave deep and dark,
My heart a red pounding spot,
Revealed, as you come crashing through.

I open my mouth, my cunt, my palm,
And the past roars out,
Dying lovers, last fucks, and tears,
Shine from my body,
Beacons.

There is too much for me,
These stories are a light,
They blind me and I flinch away,
I turn my head, my heart, my hand,
They illuminate you and the now and past.

A slap to my chest,
And I am cleansed,
Of the cloud of grief that lives in the red spot of my heart.
Placing each foot flat on these coals,
We fuck.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.

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2 Responses to Walking on Coals

Ray Sharp says:

July 15, 2009 at 3:05 pm

you are a very good poet! Intense imagery!

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Birdielou says:

July 16, 2009 at 3:37 am

Thank you. And thank you for commenting. I’m really glad you like it. Writing is such a solitary act of creation, and I often cannot judge the results.

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