Time swirls above me
in the dead of coldest night,
when the witching hour brings you
in copper cloud's delight,
So I can feel you moving,
touch the quivers of my skin,
bursting through the cascades
of the naked storm within
Rushing you inside me
pushing deeper,
deeper in,
tasting salt in tongues
when the droplets cleave the wind
And the boundaries
cease between us:
dissolve where sweat begins.
Torrents sweep in waves
coursing through the joining Syn
Face to face we rise
from the pipes of Pan
within
breathing mist together
as the bird songs wreathe
a ring
of foliage and of flowers
around ancient stones
and altars,
Where all the others leave us
their carrion
in the garbage,
we take Raven with us
and soar
above the bloodlines,
the glisten of the kin
Raising new horizons,
we feel the morning spin,
hatching suns beneath us
in the shadow of our wings,
un-folding life together,
ten-folding on forever ...
and ever ...
Within.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC
Time swirls above me
in the dead of coldest night,
when the witching hour brings you
in copper cloud's delight,
So I can feel you moving,
touch the quivers of my skin,
bursting through the cascades
of the naked storm within
Rushing you inside me
pushing deeper,
deeper in,
tasting salt in tongues
when the droplets cleave the wind
And the boundaries
cease between us:
dissolve where sweat begins.
Torrents sweep in waves
coursing through the joining Syn
Face to face we rise
from the pipes of Pan
within
breathing mist together
as the bird songs wreathe
a ring
of foliage and of flowers
around ancient stones
and altars,
Where all the others leave us
their carrion
in the garbage,
we take Raven with us
and soar
above the bloodlines,
the glisten of the kin
Raising new horizons,
we feel the morning spin,
hatching suns beneath us
in the shadow of our wings,
un-folding life together,
ten-folding on forever ...
and ever ...
Within.
