I scent beauty and I fall, fumbling, grasp the thread
I clumsy trip winding along the spiraling paths, following beauty, desperate, hungry
To the heart of the labyrinth I dance
Twirling, tangling, winding myself in you
Your threads entangle me
Tangled, tangled
I am trapped, a fly in your web, wrapped and trapped and wound and wound
We dance round, we dance round
Until I am nothing, until I am dissolved, cradled in your arms
I have forgotten my name
Or maybe I never had one
I dance in starlight
And you drink me down, consuming me
Your tongue chases my last gasping breaths
Inside, I am inside, I am inside you and you reweave me in starlight and silken threads
Dancing, dancing
You dance me into existence
I laugh a new laugh
I have a new name
That name is this moment
That name is laughter
That name is madness
And the return from madness
My hands clasp yours, my hands clasp the dancing maenads and we shriek and howl and rend and tear
Tearing around your twisting paths
Dancing
We are your monsters
Your blood and lymph
And we are drunk on screams and starlight
Spinning, spinning, forever encircling
Your pulsing heart.
I love this
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Mind if I reblog this?
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Sure I would love that ♡
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This is beautiful, and it’s strikingly similar to my images of Ariadne, who is my primary goddess right now. I would love to link it with some commentary on my Ariadne tumblr.
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Reblogged this on Drinking From the Cup of Life and commented:
River Devora wrote a love poem for Ariadne, in the wake of a very interesting Pantheacon. I had to share…
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