Behold how Venus makes the candle quake,
And pours her fever on our velvet vow;
I feel the secret soul within you wake,
When dark and somber love commands us now.
Just like a maddened wave upon the shore,
My being breaks against your body’s storm;
We brave the tempest, wild forevermore,
To find the godhead in this sacred form.
Like distinct irons by a magnet bound,
We melt as one within a carnal breath;
In this blest furnace is our spirit found,
Ascending, struck by lightning, conquering death.
No earthly tide could quell this thirst we keep,
Nor ocean’s depth, nor chill of winter’s grave;
I drink your burning kiss, a wine so deep,
And sink with you beneath the passion’s wave.
This piece explores the perilous edge of desire, where the self dissolves into the beloved. It speaks to the chaotic beauty of romance, illustrating that true ardor acts like a tempest—simultaneously wrecking the ego and birthing a united eternity.
