The Lovers

She looks into his gaze, soon silence breaks the stare.

A seductive grin, a fire in his eyes;

He beckons her and says

“Come with me”

He steals a kiss from her, flying high above;

She jumps up high to meet him, Gods entwined within their love.

He whispers something to her while she floats in his embrace,

Challenging her to another interstellar race.

Suddenly he flings her body in his arrogant delight:

“You have always beat me; that will not be true tonight!”

Her eyes meet his, she cannot help

But laugh at this soft jest.

She flows to him and rests her hand upon his blazing chest;

Go then”

He kisses her once more, their bodies radiant with light

That erupts into sheer brilliance as the two take flight

She is chasing him, and smiling;

Across the sky they burn,

leaving trails of stardust in their wake-

Nebulae burning into the heavens.

Through space and time these beings travel;

their play and love are the birth of worlds and stars,

their disagreements and anger are supernova.

She once made a star and smiled at its creation,

Then threw it at him when he did not like its color.

The glowing orb erupted in a storm of hellish beauty,

He, in turn

Has a more temperate temperament;

Flowing through the Orion Nebula (a place lost when three stars formed),

He took a sphere of light and dust from the protostar placenta—

With both hands he crushed it to nothing,

Then opened them and let a brilliant yellow star shine forth.

He gave it to her as a token of love:

He made her this gift so that they’d never be apart,

For in secret he put in his fiery heart.

She took it and called it her Sun,

and drew it towards her stomach;

It slowly left her hands and burned through her,

nestling itself in her center,

and soon she became the star.

He saw what he had done, and knew

He could not live without her.

But Cosmic Beings such as these do not die.

So he gathered all of the stardust around him, condensing it into matter, countless reactions occurring, and soon-

He tore apart the atoms of the elements, and

Recombined them to form planets

Vast in their shape, numbering Ten:

(One was lost to Creation; another

To semantics)

On the Third planet from her he cut his wrists and let his celestial blood flow, bathing it in life. 

As he bled he moved the Sun and placed it on one end of the sky as Day.

He then reached into it and drew a pale-white orb from its center;

his heart had grown colder from the sorrow he felt, so he placed it across from Day in dark solitude.

Yet its love would not die, and so it shined with the radiance of the Sun.

The beings that flourished on the planet can look up and see them,

The Lovers,

Chasing one another across the sky.

Submission from demonwithgoldenwings

(Source: pagans-path)

A Journey

A Journey

 

Under leaves she waits, her naked body resting

upon emerald waves;

 

A flower within the green.

 

She lets my will surrender

before slowly rising, strands of midnight silk falling to cover her breasts

as she moves towards me. 

 

I cannot help but let my soul be captured by

Her golden hand,

 

A touch of pure euphoria.

 

She knows that I am hers, and brings her face so close

to mine I choke from breathing in

her hallucinogenic scent. 

Her breath gives way to the slightest parting of the lips,

 

A smile of pure temptation.

 

I traveled far to hear her voice,

a melody making love to color,

giving birth to words of opalescent dreams.

 

But she does not sing for the weak.

 

Let me breathe your virtue, oh Goddess divine-

Blessed be your love,

let me make your wisdom mine…

 

She does not answer.

 

The world around encloses us, light begins to fade…

rays of moonlight through the leaves

dance between our gaze.

 

Her eyes lock to my own, they burn their way

into my heart, searching…

 

She wants to know the truth.

 

With weary eyes and quivering lips I breathe her in,

blue flame burning in my breast,

yet soothing all at once. 

My gift to you

she says,

then kisses me with lips of fire.

 

Blackened and hollow, I fall to my knees clutching

my ashen body,

skin crumbling like the pages of a burning book

and beneath-

The Promise she always keeps: What you seek cannot be found by searching, it is found

by Knowing.

 

She speaks only to guide you,

for the truth you seek is in your bones

and with her scorching grace

she helps you find it.

 

The path before you has many turns;

What is it that you seek?

 

Knowledge, Courage, Passion—

What you look for is inside,

 

You can only gain it by reaching for it.

To strive is to grow.

 

She will be your muse, a fig branch burning

in her hand as she guides you through the darkness.

 

My heartbeat echoes through the mist, and we make love

under the aurora of her voice.

 

She gives herself to those who want to know where dreams exist.

 

Submission from Demonwithgoldenwings.

 

(Source: pagans-path)