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Ophelia Breathes, Part I

from Beneath MidWinter by LAD & Gypsy

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lyrics

Under a cool blanket of Night, I am made of mists and moonbeams.
Communing with nothing more than my own sense of life, more alive after dusk,
My mind ambles aimless, listing in each moment,
willingly carried aloft by the libertine sincerity of starlight.
Interrupt fades in,
and slips past my awareness, so draped am I across these moments.
Abrupt and alluring, its protrusion into this space asks no permission,
Nor does it give so much as a by your leave.
It simply begins with the plucking of a recollection,
and I am flashed backward across hours, days, weeks.
Scented breezes, crisp in evening-bloomed fragrances strike a recollection of Her.
And, at once, time and space halt, and into the pause of this memory,
she returns,
Slowly moving into my body,
her feet traverse on the taste of minted lips and eucalyptus.

In these moments, nothing moves but her,
the Moon, chained around her wrist, peers downward in its own pleasure,
as her vision takes over my being.
Her shroud is soft light, her hair wild and piercing,
blending like a knife blade into the colors around her.
Leaving behind how and on what magick she returned,
my eyes, fevered and rushing with burgeoning moisture
flood with her mastery of my senses.
With a simple beckon of her plunging gaze, she enters my body of memory
and we dance, again.
Visions swirl, and I reel with her, against her, through her.
Control is now an illusion, and I take leave of my senses.

She authors these moments by the merest whim,
Dictating them to me, a heady verse dripping with an exquisite hunger,
prismed through her own version of the Divine.
My form is no longer my own.
It melts into her forming a familiar entity composed of two.

Her voice becomes my voice,
my breath flows from hers.
Hearts swirl around each other, circling,
spiraled into the song written by Infinity when the Universe was young.

A wordless symphony begins to rise over the din of collision.
It is raised up aloft into the still night air, meandering behind the lift of our bodies.
Expression unbound from speech.
Heat, the raspy tension of a timeless ache, begging madly to be released,
crying to set itself free into the fiery chamber our forms create.
Lips speak into each other without need of phonetic chains,
a flavour of touch,
a rich and velvety taste of her luscious frenzy,
Sounds from my throat voice what words fail to reveal.

And so it begins . . .
The table set,
Eat your fill, and this tale will drag you along behind.
It will skin you alive in pleasure, chop your clarity into pieces
and drop those over the edge of the jagged cliffs
with a laughter far removed from sanity.

These moments ride me like goddesses.
She takes the helm of my resolve; I am a wind shear in her hand.
Lucidity, gone in a whoosh.
The room is emptied of air, and beauty consumed in her flames.
Blown backward into the walls with a merciless force
flown at my soul by her searing gaze,
impassioned throes nail the slave to her altar.

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from Beneath MidWinter, released February 1, 2020
URL: thegypsyshadow.blogspot.com/2019/05/visions-in-refrain.html

Original Artwork by Robert Walker
rw2gallery.com/product/ophelia-mermaid/

Image Enhancements and Editing: Gypsy

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LAD & Gypsy Albuquerque, New Mexico

Universes upon universes, mirrors upon mirrors . . . two worlds collided and began a collaborative, creative partnership. These works are the result of poetry and music written in two separate worlds, in two different parts of timespace.
And to think, it all began over a game of chess . . .

"What's Past is Prologue." Shakespeare,
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