I Was Dreaming the Path
I was dreaming the path. Downwards and downwards, a spiral.
I was dreaming the path and I was holding His hand.
Truth led me downwards, our fingers entwinned.
So tightly that our flesh was one. Our flesh was one and our flesh was burning.
He turned his head slightly, tightened His grasp. He smiled.
In the darkness, His smile was a promise.
I was dreaming the path. I was burning with desire. I was promised.
I was dreaming the path and I went downwards and downwards.
The Depth was reached. Before us, the Threshold.
Truth pushed me against the Threshold and our flesh was one and our flesh was Truth.
On my mouth, His mouth. On my breath, His breath.
Burning, His fingers on my skin. His touch sizzled on my flesh and I exhaled, ecstasic.
I was promised. I was marked. In my want, I was wanted.
And His lips were on mine and His lips were hers.
I was dreaming the path and I was holding His hand.
Truth led me downwards, our fingers entwinned.
So tightly that our flesh was one. Our flesh was one and our flesh was burning.
He turned his head slightly, tightened His grasp. He smiled.
In the darkness, His smile was a promise.
I was dreaming the path. I was burning with desire. I was promised.
I was dreaming the path and I went downwards and downwards.
The Depth was reached. Before us, the Threshold.
Truth pushed me against the Threshold and our flesh was one and our flesh was Truth.
On my mouth, His mouth. On my breath, His breath.
Burning, His fingers on my skin. His touch sizzled on my flesh and I exhaled, ecstasic.
I was promised. I was marked. In my want, I was wanted.
And His lips were on mine and His lips were hers.
I woke up sweating, bleeding from my nose, stained, feverish.
I woke unsated, on my chest there were tiny, reddish burns.
Like the footprints of birds on sand, the mark of His fingertips.