Our dance is trance,
Paint my eyes red,
Lips slightly parted,
wet iron and ash,
I breathe you out,
You hold me in,
One move, one cut,
thousand more,
they fold, mother soaks,
stars behind open eyes,
every drop marks our path.
Hands melt in hours,
body warm, stone of yours
Twin snakes of bones,
dance of souls.
Not mine or yours.
Chameleon daggers,
battle stars,
morning awaits,
dusk to dust cover us.
Witness of the Moon,
child of Bloom,
Legit forged in battle,
Take by two, left as one
Sacred kingdom of sun,
Grey of food, black fruit:
sweetness of soul,
Drip on my chin,
flow free in chant.
Now altar of yours.
I eat your rage, take your blade,
Feed my hunger, tear apart,
clothes torn, ripped wings,
morning sparks.
That's when you rule,
I give my body, will is yours,
till the next night...
When blade of hunger comes.
Gold and red, skins are shred.
Breath the earth as I demand.
Crescent moons, between knees,
ringed sun, crowned path.
I touch ruby and emerald,
Became a prism, to peel the sun.
My voice is river,
your body is the current.
Mountains of will around,
shoulder blades to hold,
tells a story of the old.
Now we curve into one again,
Fed for good, left to loose,
Eyes became mouth, spreads us.
Freedom of day and night,
Felt more sacred,
than one of the eye.
Other is turned to whisper
of trust. Pantheon without us.
How could they bear that was told
Laws became our holds.
Until we meet again:
in echoes, breathes.
Not day and night,
but warmth and light.
