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| By Abraxas | 2009-07-31 13:07:19 |
Sitting quiet and still, In a pitch dark room, Windows raised, Just enough, For the night breeze, To gingerly blow, Like a lover upon my skin, Transparent sheers... Lighter than air, Thinner than a bride's veil, Hang down, Over the open window, Thunder rolling, In the distance, Hiding the Moon, Which only moments ago, Was full and beaming, A blinding beauty, She is no longer visible, Yet, Her presence..... Ever strong, Everything under Her tonight, Now in pitch dark nothingness, Still cool from Her aura.... Her shine, She has vanished from the sky.... Seemingly ceasing to exist, But She is not far away, Only coming closer to me, Shapeshifting, She knows I summon Her, She comes to me, Not high and bright, For all to see, But only to me, Closing the distance between us, I can feel her, As I slip deeper and deeper, Into trance... And in love with Her, In the rage of my desire, Shadows begin to dance, My humble candle flickering, It's flame licking violently, In Her presence, Finally surrendering to the wind, And is no more, Than a wisp of smoke, Weaving toward the ceiling, Invisible and pungent, In the darkness, The wick....cooling now, It's tip...an orange ember, A dimming glow, Dissipating into nothing, Ever so slowly.... Moving air blows through, And levitates the veil, This cool breeze, Is more than drafting night air, Squelching my candlelight, It's Her sweet breath..... Seducing me, The dark is so thick, I can feel it on my face, The increments of time shorten, Between thunder and lightning, As flashes of blue and white, Randomly illuminate the room, Piercing my eyes, Shadowmakers, Here and gone, Faster than the eyes can adjust, The rumbling in the distance, Rapidly approaches me, Closing in on the strobes, Of flashing of light, That dominate this room, Which is otherwise, Filled with darkness..... Sleeping candles and incense, Until, at last... Sound and light are in sync, Thunder and lightning, Becoming one, Blinding and deafening, Illuminating and shaking, The very foundation, On which I kneel, Aromas of smoke drift in, From charred branches, Crashing to the ground..... Mixing with the fragrances, Of my lair, Knick-knacks and jars of herbs, On nearby shelves, Rattle and dance, As do the window panes, In this magickal realm, She is coming.... She is here.... In my circle, Straddling me... Gently pulling me, Into her kiss, Replenishing me, As I worship Her, Making love to me, I feel Her, Seething through my veins, Completely inspiring my spirit, Exhaling it with hers, Lasting on and on, The Great Rite, Intensifying now, On the brink, Of ritual's end, Sporadic drops.... Steady drizzle.... Pounding down.... Gushing rain, All over my body, She comes, Then.....silence.... And everything still, Black clouds part, In the night sky, And She takes her place, Shining down on me.... Luminous and full, Bathing me in her cream light, I can taste her on my lips, As I fall asleep..... Smell her on my skin, As I awaken to the Sun, Crazy for her, She is my Goddess, My lady, The Moon. ~JAH |
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