Men and women are but toys and spawn
Of a desire!
So many meetings all conspired and weaved
Into the web of Wyrd.
With mighty Fate a mere observer,
His part is but an officer,
His office one of sentience and seer
To this festival of raining frogs.
A solitary jester plays his hand and with
A cold collective finger
Pressing down on heavens trigger
Blasts his cards aloft orgasmic winds.
Freed again to stir this silent sinful pleasure
With his catastrophic wand!
And to scream prismatic colour and
Formulate our breath
To blow a sacred snowflake flurry,
Spinning out into the blackness
Heated from within by love
Of those infinite and endless ones
Who yearn for all that's ended.
And,
Flowing out as through the Word
On waves of echolalic phallic light
To press 'gainst formless black.
How he delights
In such sinful silhouettes of sensual form!
Sent bobbing,
To and fro,
Impassioning,
Invigorating,
Souls now bound against the whirlpool,
Who once as one gyrated.
And ever caught in ancient likeness,
Lightness,
Void of all remembrance,
Divine in egos fracture.
Non-physical.
Eternal,
And endless joy interred,
Folds up into its Self and
Dies in howling fractal rapture!
And down again they float...
... Ashore on darkened windows.
So doomed to wander all alone
And strive for conscious melding!
Amid sweet dizziness and swamps of demon fire
We fight with fingers and our tongues
Tightly bound in wire:
A pure and linear plane devoid of sight
To distil darkness as our guiding light.
But to glimpse ourselves in one another
One glance by chance to still Fates choice:
A chance of chances meeting!
Cast off all mundane separation
And seal a heart-bound kiss!
Though nothing meets save transfixed gaze
To taste that juggernaut of gentle bliss!
A microcosmic melding
Of Lovers never met,
Or yet spied through this veil of earthy mist
Whose tenderness of aeons length now lie
With just a heartbeats breadth betwixt their eyes
And heralds cry:
"This night we find
True siblings of the tryst!"
The crown'd Brothers so united
Hand in hand turn now towards
The hooded man with holy arms raised
Enters! The Enterer!
Towards the threshold as it's set
Behind the curtain down the path of Blades and
Ruination of the Alphabet.
And so we meet!
No randomness in this
Majestic muted magnetism!
White Queen will wed Black King,
Never checked or mated save in thought.
In mind & soul linked and opposed,
As comrades and as enemies too
Drew synchronistic swords and fought,
A billion endless wars,
For mercurial spoils and victory naught,
Just for the fuck of it of course!
Romance never lived until it died.
The rift yearns love upon its closest shores.
Our paths they cross eternal
Though we see it not
Until all threads wind back into the One
And all our lives are done.
I wrote this one for Hannah, and for John x
