Before Heaven and Hell
Slow, Sensual Warmth surrounds me. Slipping Dreams Waken memories Of long ago.
Ancient mystery swallows Our presence, Uniting omnipotence With Vassalage, The hell mouth With Pearly gates.
I lie before Him, Soul bared And gleaming, Eyes wide in wonder, Dreaming, Dreaming-- Drifting high in my chamber.
A kiss Of song Escapes my lips, An ode of bright stars Swirling, Enchanted melody Only He may hear.
Dissolution Reigns supreme In desperation, Fascination. I reach, Such a small, gliding motion. His hand clasps mine--
His soul shines bright, Slicing through the mist, Reaching out for me, Claiming me Before all others, United in spirit Before Heaven and Hell.
Dena L. Moore January 22, 2002
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Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Before Heaven and Hell
Slow, Sensual Warmth surrounds me. Slipping Dreams Waken memories Of long ago.
Ancient mystery swallows Our presence, Uniting omnipotence With Vassalage, The hell mouth With Pearly gates.
I lie before Him, Soul bared And gleaming, Eyes wide in wonder, Dreaming, Dreaming-- Drifting high in my chamber.
A kiss Of song Escapes my lips, An ode of bright stars Swirling, Enchanted melody Only He may hear.
Dissolution Reigns supreme In desperation, Fascination. I reach, Such a small, gliding motion. His hand clasps mine--
His soul shines bright, Slicing through the mist, Reaching out for me, Claiming me Before all others, United in spirit Before Heaven and Hell.
Dena L. Moore January 22, 2002
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