“The Burning Man”

I see him spread his Phoenix wings in Jesus Christ pose
In metaled flesh and neon-lit veins, he towers above thousands of enraptured revelers,
Hungry to see him burn,
Waiting for the sparks, the sonic boom of fireworks
As scantily clad Goddesses spin fire in the desert sand,
We are aroused by death, who will soon engulf the man in her furied womb
He stands Atlasian, carrying our soon-to-be-harvested selves on his shoulders
We have projected all of our tensions and fears of the past year onto him
The air is heavy, burdened with the need for release
Ready, mouths watering, eyes twinkling, sweat in the air
The first rocket is launched and the sky is an inferno of the man and his Goddess’ lust
The flames dance and lick, teasing him with death
Sex in the sky
Fire and tears in my eyes
The air shifts, and we experience the man’s orgasm as our own,
Dancing, hugging, crying, screaming
Because it is done
And our new lives have just begun