Scheherazade

"I am the echo of your Dreams."

Spinning Stories

Like Straw into Gold

By night's end

A thousand tales in a thousand-one nights

Creating Light from the sunless womb

Of the Void

You are not who you are

In the daytime

but Wolf's Brother stalking the Night

Down dark halls of Dreams

Hungry and questing for One

Who will join your Fire with Fire

Who will enter your Soul in the Burning Times

Meeting you in Conflagration

Consuming your Essence and Giving Back to you

An Infinity

You are not who you are

Comfortable at Home

but Primal

Wild

What big teeth you have!

What sharp claws!

O! the Fierce possibilities!

I, frozen like prey, await the Devouring

And then that careful touch

Just hard enough

Just sharp enough

I know

In Bliss you have Marked me

Drawn Blood

You lick, you drink

You are renewed

And I live

Forever pulsing in your veins

For Days and Centuries

Wildness calls to Wild

I tell you Stories of Darkness

and the Light it gives Birth to

Tales of sweet maidens

Once Awakened, So Wanton

Spinning webs of silken Magick

To glamour Knights and Heroes

Engaging in Wondrous Battle!

Skin to skin, mouth to mouth

We stare into each others' eyes

Panting, eager to rejoin the Fray

Stories of Star-Crossed Lovers

Who prayed to be Together

Prayed to be Apart

Petitioned God! for the Burning to Cease

All the while Celebrating Fire

Like Heloise and Abelard

Forbidden

Yet Lovers all the same

Would Spirit give to us

That which we cannot resist?

Damn us to Everlasting Darkness

For Love?

I cannot believe it so

We shall shine Forever in Constellations

Watched by shepherds in the Night Sky

The Stories will always be Told

And scholars debate the Truth

Discuss the mythic properties

And this Measureless Passion will be Known

To All

Someday