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Birthing the Vortex

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"Birthing the Vortex" the complexities of a myth borne from the birth of amorphous seat in dark matter brain storming dimensions never seen merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed visage of a lost majesty she’s returning to true self all wrapped up in the 5th gossamer hidden in the strong arms of a dream satin legs tangled against a burning show and tell fevered and ravenous gentle hands running like a ghost tempting to tame and possess its rapturous coquettish host parting the shadows between firm sentinels pale limbs suspended instinct beckoning the prey now huntress turns to answer the hardened all his rosy open prayers see the sharpness in his ambivalent frosty pools disappear she is a softening bridge stretching and reaching along ornery slippery pathway arching up now towards his fiery inner kingdom a wild thing amidst the dark velvet tendrils walking his words down between the running legs of a tall story where rustle the greenest leaves turning russet towards the season before Winter approaching kismet through all her lying mirrors dreams all dripping wet towards that place buried in the back of blue sky’s grey stormy matter where the demon’s will works its way into her intuitive now escapes through sensate towards an exit back inwards then on through his eyes inviting her in like welcoming open gates she steps into his mind a heart beating in time she conjures the demon to smile hands clasped, the fingers of two imprisoned minds now freely intertwined incorporeal phantoms steamy coupling butterflies they are riddled gods banished to freedom kept warm-skinned and breathing in the forest hidden where light through darkness shines the door now slowly closing they are captured in a passionate love crime lips slowly opening to kiss all those secrets tongues buried deep where the velvet vortex lies waves overcome the sweet drowning there truth lies splayed wide open on an alter worthy of destitute sacrifice the key offered and glistening, played sensually in the time of hot whispers against cool skin now the ice is melting in the blushed burning she is caressed like the curves of a Guarneri Violin Vieuxtemps jade swims in the ocean that is blue sky a gift of love to the Incubus the birthing of a vortex dismantled defrocked heaven thought lost discovered through dark dream within her majesty exists and in that place a much bluer blue bigger sky begins (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) 2.8.2020 “There are two ways to reach me; by way of kisses or by way of imagination. But there is a hierarchy; the kisses alone don't work.” Anais Nin. “Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.” D.H. Lawrence "But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momentarily was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermittent burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail..." Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan"