We shall need
a very private
language for this.
Let us create it.
A language
for lovers,
not strangers.
We are those lovers,
supplicants at this altar.
These syllables
will bind us
in lovers knots.
The ceremony begins.
We shelter
in our bodies
holy flesh
steadily chanting
this communion.
Slowly touching,
slowly turning,
slowly burning,
we begin the dance.
We whirl
until we merge
and the magic
takes hold
as we pronounce
in sounds never
heard before,
the incantation
of a spell
that begins
with words,
but ends
in ecstasy.
~mce
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
We shall need
a very private
language for this.
Let us create it.
A language
for lovers,
not strangers.
We are those lovers,
supplicants at this altar.
These syllables
will bind us
in lovers knots.
The ceremony begins.
We shelter
in our bodies
holy flesh
steadily chanting
this communion.
Slowly touching,
slowly turning,
slowly burning,
we begin the dance.
We whirl
until we merge
and the magic
takes hold
as we pronounce
in sounds never
heard before,
the incantation
of a spell
that begins
with words,
but ends
in ecstasy.
~mce
