Priestess of Poetry

Priestess of Poetry

Sharp focus of her camera eyes
Sends solar flares into my schism
Where fire and water collide
Like the birth of the planets
She is the dark eyes of the world
That gaze upon my soul
With the heat of a thousand suns
When she breathes my heart murmurs
In the solitude of rebirth
When her comet streaks into my gilded maleness
From the outer reaches of my plasmic void
As silence is the song
When my orbit swings low
To her sweet chariot of fire