River Devora wrote a love poem for Ariadne, in the wake of a very interesting Pantheacon. I had to share…
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…
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