Ritual of Love
In the hush of nocturne silence
walking through the misted veil of fog
with the only sound a distant howling
of the wind, one may glimpse spirits
waiting with hungry eager eyes.
To trespass upon this sacred ground,
the earth frosted with the crust of winter,
from the gloom it emerges the shadow
of Yggdrasil, beneath its cosmic canopy
he awaits, my phantom in the moonlight.
The Stag King, gilded in all his glory,
a warmth like wildfire inflames me
beneath the touch of his body upon
my scorched skin, pinned by the intensity
of unspoken primal need, our souls yearn
towards each other.
Now beneath the fullness of the moon
it is time, the striking midnight hour,
for the Great Rite to be commenced
with tender touches, feather like lips
caressing, barely concealing the
passionate trembling of energy
to be unleashed.
We are duality merging into
unity, and as our bodies become
one, and only the stars may hear
the melodies of ecstasy as they alone
our witness, we conjure the God and the Goddess,
that may Heaven and Earth reaffirm
their connection, in dedicated devotion
love and lust become pure divinity.
