Monday, March 5, 2012

Persephone to her Pluto

He bursts forth in flames of abandon His heart raw,
A bleeding wound barely staunched, packed with salt and sand,
Vulnerable yet strong he hands it to me,
The most fragile gift, delicate threads interwoven
In a design only we can contemplate,
A dance of Moon and Stars twisting in the night sky,
Our pulse one, breath joins breath, palm to palm,
East meets West, Dark and Light,
And we meld
As traveling Souls, a journey ancient and forbidden,
Persephone to her Pluto, Venus as Evening Star,
The helmet and the veil,
My heart contained in his chest,
My eyes mirrored in his eyes,
He devours me, a starving man - I pour out over him
Feeding his mad frenzy,
My dry Dionysus, sober and crazed,
His blood in my veins as he cries out my name and
We embrace, Soul to Soul, on the rocky edge of uncertainty,
Our fate our fate,
Cast in the past, as God wills it.


Dena L Moore
March 5, 2012