
Won’t you lay bare your soul upon
the sacred stones of ancient times?
Allow me to map the constellations
of My desire through the interwoven
Pitfalls of your pain ? Use me as a
sacrifice to the Gods, purge me of
my sins and use them as your stepping
stones to redemption. No human has
gained such power as thee, listen to that
primal call you are man and you are beast,
expel now fragile hankering and take what
is so rightfully yours. Let my blood of
innocence glimmer across your piercing
dagger once more as you plunge us through
the gates of eternity and damn us to the
fires of passion. Drink the milk of my desires,
sip from the cup of abandonment, cut away
these shackles that bind us to our torturous
mortality. Spill across ancient stones the
fluidity of my lust, split the skies with
screams of my spirit…Release me into your care,
bind me in sacred space to the
essence of your aura…I offer unto you my body,
my spirit, my soul, will you not accept? Is not the
promised gold band a symbol of this?
Make haste upon our promises
consummate our love before the Gods
of our land. Let us wash now our hands of the
murky waters of life’s creation, all paths are
trodden for reasons beyond our existence,
scrawl in perfect calligraphy across my breast,
white as paper, prick now your finger upon a needle,
bond us in the blood of need, discretion dispersed
upon thrusts of passion, pain dislodged.
Give unto me once more your seed and
let it be the last, else towers crumble and
home becomes a tainted memory taunted by the devil.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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