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from the darkness
of my dreams,
with frightful delicacy
your fingers circle around my throat,
only a feather touch
exhilarating for the faintest
suggestions of danger,
trailing down along my naked flesh.
I am left transfixed,
caught between worlds,
your phantom presence
claims my soul, and you have me
within the balance, all I want to do
is fall away into your darkness,
the stir of your breath,
a night wind at the end of a sultry day
chills me to the bone,
but your lips, a ghost kiss,
a crucible of fire
churns within my core.
I feel at once suffocated
and your name scorches its way
up through my throat,
like a spell, an ancient incantation,
your wispy, vaporous touch is a torment
as Morpheus I wish you could pull
me right into your dreamworld.
I would sacrifice my first blood
in the ancient rites
if it would manifest you in the flesh
you are both my dark god
and my demon of the light,
but it is the man of blood, and bone, and skin
I long to dissolve into.
To feel your solid, hard, yet
yielding flesh against mine,
let me be your High Priestess,
the oracle of your fate,
the weaver who spins the web of your life,
I can hold you here in this world
bind your body to mine,
and I will drink the drops
of your pomegranate wine
so forever more my soul
will become your own.
Great! An other one I congratulate you for, I definitely like your vision!
My, my. What an interesting way of looking at it. But entirely logical, even if not intended. After all, I suppose that carnal intimacy is the natural progression of relationships - the hallmark of humanity, new life being the divination to inspire them. So why not view it sacerdotally?
That I philosophise all things, even lust, is probably why I'm still alone. Oh weh.
Anyway. I do love this piece. It is remarkably poignant. Thank you kindly for posting.
- Congrats on the DD! Have a nice day!