Love Is Born

Divine, this fire of desire
burning through my flesh.
Is it heavenís bliss,
or might it be
the ever-living flames of hell,
returned to burn in me?

The bride descends from up above.
Moist, the satin lips of flowers opening,
dew covering the walls of her exposure;
just as the groom moves to ascent
all in one movement of eternity,
when love is born within reality...

? Michaelette ?

3/25/2001
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Take me home...