Your vigour.
Seen in a glance, reflected by your movement.
Wild about you,
dream of inseminating your pale skin.
A while after,
diminishing Strength.
Lessening in World, all for you.
Catching the nightfall on a full moon –
rising and taking me places
to seek you.
It’s about the inner balance,
so they say;
the Yin and Yang of Tao.
But can’t help myself of being possessed
by your Energy still left in me.
Crowned in hieros gamos.
Just enough Melancholia these lunar cycles;
Divine frenzy, cooked in the pot.
