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Obsidian
Summer 1707
Cast upon midnight shores, awash against sands of ancient days past, gathers the foam of torrential seas stirred by a memory
Stirred by the dark blue
There is crispness in the air, and a scent of Jasmine lingers well after the rains have passed
From the window of my self imposed seclusion, within the tower of this lonely fortress I once called home, I gaze upon the waves below and watch as their tears, rising into the empty space above the jagged rocks, disappear, as if gathered by some unseen hand of remorseful intent.
Across a once emerald field, now no more than barren earth and mud, a warm light bathes the naked skin of past eventides and days of eventful tidings and splendour of youth; as a fond caress from a lovers gentle touch
A pure white light of a Sanguine moon
As I try resting my eyes a mist begins to rise, a small whirlwind of sand and foam and sea, spun upon the dead earth as it collects into form
And as I watch this magic, this sorcery of which I am sure exists, my heart pounding in my chest ready to burst out of fear and anticipation;
I see her
Once again I see her, arms outstretched to receive me, lips beckoning mine, her eyes…yes her eyes, deep, dark, filled with the light of subdued passion yet untouched
I feel my spirit itself pulled into her embrace and in a moment of time that exists either by grace or need; I face her
Her fingers touch my lips, I take her hand and kiss it gently, my mind is lost in her essence and I am her servant, her slave, ready to do her bidding with one word from her blood red lips
She pulls me close to her, and again the whirlwind rises, around us it raises and all time is lost to me
Within her embrace I am lost to heaven and sentenced to hell
A dark, cold, erotic embrace; One I wish not to break but only to succumb to.
She releases me and my heart feels the pain of the parting, but as I gaze about I am once again lost in this dream, this amazing dream that I wish not to end
We are in a place I know not of, a place of black granite columns and white marbled floors, a place of warmth and comfort, far flung from the cold and damp earth that I stood upon only a fleeting moment ago
My senses are captured by the fragrance of the midnight air, of rose and patchouli and jasmine
I become weak when she speaks my name and in the shrouded senses of my mind, I begin to remember
We are dancing to music that grabs at ones heart and heightens the senses of ones passion
A menuet, No a Danse Macabre, one that drives the blood into a frenzy throughout these seemingly empty shells that surround us, their eyes like a million tiny red flames
Our eyes are locked into each other’s very soul, her deep, dark ebony eyes haunt me and yet the very death that they speak of drives me deeper into them
All becomes dark as she moves closer to me and exposes her silken skin, her soft, perfect neck flush in the light of the Sanguine Moon that has parted the filaments of the heaven and bathed her in its warmth
Kiss me my love, kiss me as you once did whence we were young, kiss me my Lord, as only you have done, kiss me
Her words drift into the night as my lips play upon her
I feel her move in my arms, I taste the warmth of her soul the sweet taste of her life as it teases my tongue and quenches my thirst
I feel her kiss, and then the piercing pain of pleasures forgotten, as she too tastes of her need
We are bound in the blood passion of our past; we are once again whole no longer strangers to the other
It is a mist that clears and my senses are once again captured by the fragrance of her body
And upon the satin sheets of her web we are entwined lovers both caught in the pains of each other’s fears and needs
Her body is warm and her passion drives my senses into doubt, how can this be
What is it that I fear from her; yet hunger for it with all my soul
What drives this yearning in me this lust of an unearthly power this crimson river of pleasure I feel with her under me
With each release of inhibited yearnings, the pains of knotted and twisting ties within, with each cry of ecstasy encountered, with each gasp of air breathed in and exhaled; a part of our very souls joins and unifies as one
Her screams are drowned out by my very own, and the rush of blood, hot and thick within our veins drives our desires deeper into a bottomless pit of eternal cravings for each other’s needs
I kiss her neck, tasting the salt of her body that bleeds from her pores as the sweet nectar that seeps from the body of the comb
A teasing bite, and her body surges, filled with the fire of a demoness
She pulls me deeper and I feel the depth of her womanhood engulf me, her eyes betray her ecstasy and her tears the pain of wants enduring
I know of her every pleasure and need, and she of mine.
It has seemed as if forever, there upon her web spun from the inhibited desires of the soul
A web of lust and passion, of love conquered and lost, a web of total submission to the desires of the body, of every sin unforgiving and demanding of ones very spirit
Of sweat and blood and lament
I arise from the nightmare, conjured by the past and a life forgotten
I awake to the fragrance of Jasmine and blood and sweat
To the fragrance of rich earth and cool midnight air
I awake naked and lost, my body shaking from the pleasure of such a dream, a nightmare, and a lost memory.
The silent shadows arise as the sheer linen like essence engulfs my room
I bathe in its cold touch as it caresses my naked form and I feel its energy as it courses through the very limits of my now darkened soul…
I feel no remorse, only the yearning to feel her body against mine and to once again swim listlessly within her embrace
God is no longer a coveted icon of my world, he who has forsaken his son or has he given him unto his inner most desires
Heaven and hell are my boundaries between the worlds of this eternal life I have chosen of my own free will
As I gaze, one last time upon the face of my eternal damnation, unto the dead fields of my land, I know the peace they feel in the moonlight and the sorrow of the morning as it encroaches upon their freedom
I feel a strange warmth upon my face, and as my eyes slowly open, squinting from the burning rays that cut through the soul as a saber unhindered through the air until it finally hits its mark
I rise from my bed, slowly and unsteadily making my way across the room
I undo the latch that secures the rainbow colored glass windows whose casting upon the walls creates a kaleidoscope of stoic resilience unaffected by my own transparency and listless emotions
The full brilliance of the morning bathes me with its warm touch and as my attention is drawn to the now dew covered lawns of this new reality, the earth no longer barren and naked, I smell once more and for the last time her scent, lingering only for a moment before becoming a lost memory to a new day
The sea below is calm and its ebb and flow speak of tranquil days ahead.
I feel lost at that moment, far distanced from the spirit of her essence, not knowing if I shall ever see her again, needing to only touch her hand and feel the warmth of her smile
She healed my soul with her passion and her caress
Her laughter brought a smile to my lost heart and she took me within her very spirit and danced a dance of passion only imagined in a poet’s heart
She saved me, she who appeared as a shadow of my very sorrows casting her childlike innocence upon me as a dandelion seed upon the wind
I wanted at that moment to once again feel her under me her body pulling me deeper into my own fears of loving
Her passions exploding with every fond caress and climaxing with her fingers burying themselves within my skin, tearing out the inhibitions that lay underneath for so long
But I knew as the carriage drew closer to my dwelling that it was not meant to be, she was not to come to me again in such a way, and I would never again to her.
The Lady of the manor had returned, quiet, dignified and reserved
I waved as the coach circled, and watched her alight step by step
She smiled coquettishly, and I returned a slight smile and wave
But my glance did not settle upon her as it once had in times before
But instead, it found it’s way back across the field, searching and probing for a hint of the small death that had awakened me and opened my eyes and heart once again.
But she was not to be seen and only the occasional fragrance of Jasmine from the floral gardens below were even a subtle hint as to her once presence in my life
Winter 2007
The harshness of the winters cold is as a coat of fine silk as it wraps itself about me
Another year, another century, another place; the fields of emerald now replaced by frozen fields of tar and ice and snow
The sea of tranquil thoughts and fleeting dreams now replaced by the flow of progress commuting within a whirlwind of chaos and subtle madness
I stand by the steps of an old church whose visage and heart core design return memories of an age past when once she came to me as only a dream and a shadow of my hidden indifference
I await her arrival patiently observing all who pass by
Wondering if she will recognize me after all these decades of separation
It is then that I see her approaching from the east as once she had those many years afore
She slowly approaches and her every stride is as a graceful wisp of sea air as it gradually fills my senses yet once again with the lingering scent of Jasmine
Our eyes meet, and we laugh and smile intently at the other
She takes my arm and together we walk in a strange land among a generation lost of our perception, there is no concern for them
It is three hundred years in the past for us once again, in a time a place far from the surrounding madness that confronts us now
Our time is short, we both know this, but it will be time well spent together and with no cares paramount
Though it may be another century that may pass before we meet again we will have these days that we abide here in
We will share our passion once again, and dance to the menuet of yet another life time….if for only a time.
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