And This Big World That Will Go On Without Us

Ritual madness feverish fire  
Itís the blur of your body dancing  
Nimble and drunk on wine  

He has the chaos of the hunter  
And the fight inside the prey  
But itís me who pulls him under  
Itís my hand that feeds his flame  

Ember slow and moon sliver light  
But we claim this sheer second  
Alone and stumbling through the night  

Until the fall that keeps us down  
Curled up at his side  
Bones sing from under the ground  
And I smile at this short life
Written by Tabitha_june
Author's Note
I've been thinking a lot about archetypes and how these are played again and again throughout our human history by people with different struggles, passions, and goals. From cave woman to modern woman, this is my try tonight at a snapshot of a moment of lovers and libations and enjoying life :)
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