[i]The nightmare of her touch persists,
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and the serenity of sleep does naught to dampen its heat.[/i]
Night upon morning, I burn
as if a wanton light raged within:
a pyre of which I had no run.
The fire brought my skin cold
and ardently little hills grew upon it,
my dreams, lively & sweet,
still fluid, moved along into nightmare,
from Life unto Death, the wind took me along.
The night grew in turn,
I wandered through hills of skin;
her breasts stood, monuments in the sun
as I wade through the waters of her mold,
guide to a heart that was barely lit.
Moonlight barely reached my feet,
so I tread along with delicate care,
for love and darkness, next whisper of her song.
The shadow of our heat is all:
spilling in rays across moonlit skies
thick as blood, dark as milk.
I found where Doubt and Emotion fought:
the battleground loud with fuss,
swords and pens, sinister and clashing,
yet it was Love (half-form) that won these fights,
illuminating the land of darkness for me.
Each shadow was a footfall,
a method to the gate of Heaven & Lies,
across the décolleté & its silk,
hands wandered and contact became hot,
and waters of a new song filled us;
Loyalty grew aside scattered clothing,
its leaves cascading in the light of our lights,
each kiss a scar, each scar a memory.
We waited for the light day brings
and embraced in the candle’s fade,
catching summer’s light roll
and following it closely but discreet,
through meadows, forests and finally ascent:
a mountain bathed in Silver and Gold.
A place for Moon and Sun, We
were both northern & southern winds: Two
harmonious letters upon this page.
Then day spread its wings;
the Great Leviathan peaked through shade
and sang across hills & depths of our soul,
“Herald, Darkness’s abscission is complete,
let prosper joy and bring the ornament,
fade unto night the Doubts of old,
let rain scent of New-blood, thick and free.”
With this, Our creature slept anew,
its wings covered in waters of a new age.
All not saved will be lost.