Sunday, February 20, 2011

Rapture's First Scar

Love implodes like an old star.
Space, being and particles of light
descend into the depths of time.


Born from a flame
a haunting pure desire
rises to consume all that you are.

The enigmatic union drowns your ego
and the rapture of the other
saves you from yourself.

A slow burn consumes
the fake and false pride
Mystery permeates,
gravity is the god between.


As the storm fades
and time begins again
the divine hunter is
betrayed,
altered,
lost,
found.

Sacred wind breathes against matter,
waves of radiant hunger break against
jagged desires.

Only a trickle of truth falls into her
Solitary spirit.
Splinters of bliss bury themselves inside
secret chasms of his soul.


Eros’ piercing arrow is marooned forever in the pulsing organ
Blood seeps into every avenue of their being
the scar of the first rapture
Is eternal.


The mind pushes, waiting for reasons
But the blissful ache sings a silent unending song


Passion crucifies
another willing zealous victim,

a torn soul resurrects
For first love never dies.


© 2009 Kori Fitch





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