~ Bound ~
(To that pleasure and pain, to the binding of souls)
Early morning rendezvous
The mist upon the ground –
In a field you stand alone.
The tender morning embraces
The early morning twilight
A split between the veil.
The oaken groves protect
As you quietly slip
Behind a limb and stone.
In the distance, footsteps approach
Your place of protection abiding
The form of one you know approaches
Leaves breaking gently underfoot.
Your heart leaps with song
A sense of wonder coming
As a earthen bed is drawn –
Tender is the work of Dawn.
Your body flushes with heat
As you watch from afar
The sight you see becoming keen
As intentions make themselves clear.
A rod of deepest hue you see
Its form taking your breath away
A pulse begins deep within your flesh
Quickening, your urges take you in.
Approaching like a lioness
I hear your footsteps coming near
From behind the briars and timber
Your form from the mist appears.
That deep, deep look of desire
A look of fear and
Soon to me appear.
A touch of your hair and face
Soon upon my hands
Directing you to that earthen bed
Gently setting you upon your knees.
The question upon your lips
Like your Honey it drips
To a bonding you have come
A staff and rod are master now.
Your anticipation brings that
Flow I have come to know
Bound, your hands are tied
And from them I receive that rod of darkened hue.
Soon upon you that sting of desire
Your body trembling, wanting more
My mark upon you reddening
Under the burgeoning sky.
Your chest, crimson with desire
Your lips red as any fire –
Binding you, I say the words
To relent and submit, you agree.
Magick is in the air
We feel it everywhere
The serpents are alive, but in this realm
It is the flesh we fee.
Bound, your hands around me
Together, the pleasure and the pain –
Neither sacred nor profane.
Your breath moves within me
And silvery chains
My pulse in your hands breaks free.
To that valley of desire you place
Intoxicating my flowing river –
You embrace that pulsing Life.
The milk and honey flows
Your breath is harder now
The pain upon your breast –
A heat that gives no rest.
Upon your hands you rest
The wind across your skin
To me you have submitted –
Three marks to prove the deed.
The Goddess knows and smiles
She understands the quest
More she saw, and wonders not –
How it came to pass.
She knows that this is part
Of that greatest ecstasy
Empowered she is –
And to submit, her greatest power be.
To the call and command
She has relented
To submit has cleared the way
For passion unleashed, nothing in-between.
Soon, together they join, hand in hand
Spirit to spirit, core to core
The fire within cannot be contained –
She watches as I rain.
Upon her flesh she feels it pouring
My river running
That pearl of desire immersed in
Flowing liquid heat.
Bound to each other, eternity calls
The echoes of words and symbols
Upon us enchained.
Unleashed, she senses power
Wanting it so much more
She wears the marks
As the leopard wears his spots.
~ Finis ~
(From the upcoming: Poems of love and light,
Of Magick, Masks, and Masquerades – vol 3)
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