A Scar Shimmering

the desolate bones move
but the heart remains

the flesh finds new space
but something lingers on

space is a wicked fool
casting us away
yet I still resonate with you

I did not know how deep I went in
I was too lost in the union

A secret phoenix rises
I follow far behind

I recreate myself
from the ashes of a
desired mysterious flame

my will steps away
my soul still honors the union
I linger on the edge of love
knowing eons passed between us

I wander
lonely in my heart
my cells grasp for the lost rapture

the strength of you vibrates in me still
a torn soul who traveled so far
and guided me on
shrouded in deep abandonment
reached for me

a warrior who steps forth
and met me at dusk
and we entered the unknown tragic night
together...
what labyrinth do we weave?
the release is near...

love never ends...it pulses like a
nebula in the farthest regions of empty space
and wears a transparent veil
motivated by its own agenda

the rhythm sinks
into an unknown region
a scar of light is
ever
shimmering

within


Kori 2012

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