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Deathless Passion
- Deathless Passion -
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
Published 5th Apr 2013
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For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this photo I took of myself using my webcam. In it, I am dressed all in black and holding a crystal ball, an ankh pendant adorning my neck. An intense look is on my face, too! All I added to the image was the blood red background with the red sun in the distance. The photo suits the mood and tone of the poem ideally, doubly so since the ankh symbolizes life, death, and rebirth (amongst other things)! :)
5th Apr 2013 2:40pm
An interesting take on life, death and rebirth.
I particularly love these lines:
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
I particularly love these lines:
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
6th Apr 2013 1:47am
I'm happy you enjoyed the poem, EngerVV, and I'm pleased you liked those lines! I found them truly an excellent summation of all the themes of this poem and indeed, in a way, of the whole eternal cycle of things in the universe too. :)
5th Apr 2013 5:02pm
Dear Jessica,
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
Thats a poignant scene, that is perfected through re-enactment. As always, you say it as you know it.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
Thats a poignant scene, that is perfected through re-enactment. As always, you say it as you know it.
6th Apr 2013 1:53am
Indeed, dearest Grace, you know me I always write from my heart and indeed from experience as well. Love is indeed, sometimes a journey into the depths of the unknown, into delicate curtains of mist. We can't know what lies beyond, but we must journey ever onward to discover, since that is the nature of things, that nothing can stay the same and everything must change eventually. Such has been my experience with love of late, and the mystery and the darkness for me is all part of the appeal of love... and the unknown, as well! :)
And, since this philosophical point also applies to life, death, and rebirth and what I have in all my incarnations experienced of that as well... it adds just the right dimension to a poem like this which is a little bit of everything deep, dark, and mysterious all rolled into one!
As always, I am very delighted you enjoyed reading my poetry. :D
And, since this philosophical point also applies to life, death, and rebirth and what I have in all my incarnations experienced of that as well... it adds just the right dimension to a poem like this which is a little bit of everything deep, dark, and mysterious all rolled into one!
As always, I am very delighted you enjoyed reading my poetry. :D