The apparitions of dusk
Lend Her the bridal charms
Scarlet robes, velvet hair
Her gathering darkness
growing darker still
Shy…She wraps
Her arms around you.
Her embrace is the
sip of Lithe
In Her gusts
She sends afloat
Wild messages of love
The twinkling in Her
Expanse is all you can see.
Then on She is
Twinkling no more
She dazzles sparkles
rains down on you.
The magic is complete
She the bride making love
You the groom awestruck
Paralyzed all night
In Her downpour
Whimsical, bashful
Slowly then…
Draws Her tresses apart
The light from Her face
Soft and warm morning
She is the mother now
Indulgent …loving
Growing brighter
Stronger still…Larger
And now, decked with oppressive colours
Sickening opulence, decaying surfeit
Jarring senses, ravishing Herself
The voluptuous whore
Degrees by degrees
She mellows down again
She sits again as yesterday
In Her blushing charm
And for several thousand years now
She sits a virgin
Trapping the naïve heart
In the yarn of Her season.
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