Chosen One

Elixir golden, shining bright.
Taste of ecstasy's delight.
How tender, your sweet nurturance.
(Just then, the full moon, shining bright,
begins her great descent into the night...)

Diving deep and rising high, we come
to meet the fire of the greatest of desires -
for life in all the splendor
and the glory of conception.
(Oh glowing sphere of numinous attraction,
ever drawing nearer to the heart.)

Passion flowing, moonlight glowing,
wind singing in an everlasting harmony.
Each touch a revelation of communion.
Every breath, another melody.
(Divine, the scent and sense of mystery
uncovered and enhanced by history.)

Oh, chosen one, this destiny
was ever meant to be...

? Michaelette ?

4/9/2001
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