My lips are painted with the
red sky tonight …
she has kissed me hard
pressed against the weather
pane — I’m twisting in her
words, full-sail, piercing air,
a dappled blanket sheathes
a sorceress’ spell spoken

Burn me, melt me, make me
whole, cleanse from me a darkened soul,
calm my waters in a balm
Drain me, wash me, bring me whole
this tonight my sailor’s delight.

My lips are painted with the
red sky tonight …
she has whispered winds into
my heart a storm, whipped upon
sheets of satin rain, washing
hot salt from my desire
pillars upon an Atlantic sea
blue is the spell spoken

Burn me, melt me, make me
whole, cleanse from me a darkened soul,
calm my waters in a balm
Drain me, wash me, bring me whole
this tonight my sailor’s delight.

My lips are painted with the
red sky tonight …
she has released her heat upon
my body a passion suffers this
forecast swallowed in the eye of
midnight cast upon the day
swallowing my patterns
till I’m still the spell spoken

Burn me, melt me, make me
whole, cleanse from me a darkened soul,
calm my waters in a balm
Drain me, wash me, bring me whole
this tonight my sailor’s delight.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: Today, write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon.