reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.
she arrives early,
gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.
and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.
so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.
wanting
waiting
whispering
within
&
without.
air crackling
through rasped lungs
as you kneel,
stuck in the anticipation
which looms hungrily between the moments.
a growing yearning for
chaos and thunder.
a thirst for the incredible.
waiting,
for a storm
to match the tempest
in your heart.
a magic courses through these veins
and
Destiny knows me by name.
weaving my story
from mist and fantasy,
I leave reality to the dreamers.
like a bat in heat
i dance
naked
on winds that lead to nowhere,
manifesting my life
as it was fated to be.
kneeling
to feel myself rise.
surrendering
to master your desires.
the singleness of
our sacred depravity:
the root of our chaotic duality.
erupting the
dampened fires of our wicked souls
we drown in a bliss hitherto unknown.
unsolicited
transgressions into the creative
leave tender souls reeling
and pleading
for peace.
but the job aint done
yet, and
some wounds
remain unexposed still.
so we thrust deeper,
seeking salvation
in the sweet sting
of solitude.
silence thrives as
we slip these moments.
time,
another prop
in our play.
the untold future,
written ‘cross the sky.
one word
could spark desire.
another
could fill this void
but only your touch,
will set us free.
blinded by need
and crippled by love,
i give
all that remains,
and you laugh
as i fade into the mist
that covers the world.
longing
for the sweet smell of home.
the smell of history,
whispered through the air.
that familiar smell,
of power
rising,
…….from the very earth.
home, where i bathed in starlight,
letting rivulets of wisdom
roll down my soul:
tears of the ancestors
who mourn what was yet to be.
tears of the ancestors
who mourn what would never be.
so i sing,
that they know,
what has come to be,
i sing
that they know our new story.
and i sing,
that they dry their tears.
and i sing
that they might welcome me home.
i used to walk along our ridge
looking out to you,
feeling swarmed in our love.
that ridge has crumbled
and now i walk alone.
i found a path, with which to make my way
but still
i look out to you, and
blinded by the solitude,
continue on.
so i wander
purposely without aim
through deserts of desire
and valleys of fear.
i walk on
searching for the glory
i once placed in you.
when hate clouds my actions,
loving kindness
rains
from the depths of your soul.
when lust and loathing shrink your heart,
my boundless sensuality will enfold us,
deeper
into magnetic ecstasy.
fears melt away
in the fire of our passion,
as we join in a crucible of love.
we are wizards,
you
and
i
manifestors of truth,
and benders of reality.
we forge a new way,
towards the infinite.
so cleave to me my beloved,
let us build our world together
and drown our bliss
in endless pleasure.
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