Your Spell Sacred Hallucination
Your Spell — Sacred Hallucination
Your gaze consumes me like the smoke of holy incense rising slow,
Through your eyes swing open gates to worlds of crystal and of dream,
And the flowers of your soul sing an unspoken hymn, a glow,
Till I melt in liquid golden waves and drown in the abyss's stream.
Your echo rocks me through the galaxies of living ember-light,
Like silk serpents that breathe softly over my burning soul,
And the shadows of your radiance beat their drums beneath a fading night,
From a fire ritual danced by gods who stretch their arms to make me whole.
I sigh and heaven grows inside me like a forest made of glass,
When your hand touches my forehead and long-dead colors catch and burn,
And my soul becomes a labyrinth of mirrors and astral mass,
And you are the key of light that loosens every form in turn.
A cosmic shiver breaks me when you look with your goddess eyes,
And stars descend into my chest like seeds of living fire,
Through my veins flow rivers of mercury under a poisoned moon that lies,
With perfumes from other eons, from a realm beyond desire.
Your voice calls out to me like an oracle from a sacred cave,
Through the soft labyrinth of dreams that pulse one final time,
And I no longer know of edges, I no longer know of stone or grave,
I am stardust in your palms at the crossroads of a dawn sublime.
Your whole being is a temple carved from obsidian and light,
A longing grips me for other worlds that spiral through the divine,
You are the magic that undoes me and makes me whole and right,
And I am reborn from my own falling every time you touch me with your shine.
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