Uncategorized November 1, 2022

third sphere

she descends like a tattooed Aphrodite
darkened rivers of flowing hair
cascading over the lunar terrain of her body
down down she falls
alighting upon my soul like a fiery angel
trading immortality for the fleeting passion of the night
i worship before the altar of her aura
glowing embers of flesh-driven sacrifice
shining through eager eyes into my open heart
the third sphere swells
engulfing the room in a radiance
known only to the goddess of the harvest moon
breath and skin combine
unctuous sweat slicking friction
as our union completes in the soft light of the winter’s eve
she walks away
the chill of december
offset by the warmth of our final embrace
until the gods unite us once again

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