A burning grip,nails deep,scratching
Heavy breathing,sweaty palms,biting
Clothes ripping off,thrown to floor
A raging lust burning with craving
Now, just two bodies in the dark

Full of love,in love,but no fire
What happened,where is the beast
The uncontrollable raging urge
A bit of flair,spontaneity at least
Now,just two bodies in the dark

No passion anymore,just bodies
No fire anymore,just skins touch
No desire anymore,just friction
No love anymore,just ***
Now, just two bodies in the dark

I didn't see the sunset that night.
That's what saved my life - a missed sunset.
Since then
I have craved the way
The sky lights on fire
Every single afternoon.

I have craved
The light and the colors.
My soul has wanted to feel
The way the light feels
As it dances
On the corners of the clouds.
I want that kind of joy.

So I set myself on fire.
I create those colors inside my mind.
My thoughts dance
On the edge of my body
Like the light in the clouds.

I
Feel
Alive

Show me the secrets of your shadowy places, where the visage of men has not yet been.

Lead me to your garden in the grove amongst the pines, painted flaxen gold in dappled summer sun.

Show me your blooming petals and your fruiting trees. Let me harvest your abundance, caressed by honeyed fingers, cast long and low against the tree trunks, fading fire orange into vermillion, scarlet, crimson, and violet dusk.

 In twilight turning, with Venus hung low on the horizon, and Scorpius rising from the southern hemisphere,

Trust my hand and follow blindly through the forest, over hobbled rotten logs, under branches reaching, eyes shielded from their grasping, scratching talons creeping sticky with cobweb and lichen,

 Quietly toward the moonrise, eastward and down, upon a matted needle trail, softly trodden only ever

by you and by myself.

Wander with me, barefoot,
out, into the ether;
under the veil of our night-mother's gaze
and sublimate into the mist.

Lay with me in the clover beneath the starsign symphony

-Gaze upon its harmony and shimmering melody-

Inhale the acrid sweet scent of our settling dew,
and reveal to me your many flowered truths

Show me your soul
set aflame
from love, and life, and pain.
Share yourself unequivocallly;
My Goddess and my muse, betrothed of imps and faerys
radiate upon me
- Become my revelry -