Crimson Kiss

Your darkness whispered to me.

I stood there
Alone but not afraid.
Because your words were
Smooth and soothing
Like rich chocolate
And bruised rose petals,
Forming silvery words
Of comfort in my mind.

I stood there,
In the time between day and night,
Feeling your icy presence,
Feeling unworthy of your love.

Yet you spoke to me.

Spoke to me of things I’ve told no one.
Told my story,
Like it was chronicled in your
History books.
You knew me,
Like no other.

But you were a mystery.
A mystery of time,
Of space,
Of stone and Magick.
Your love was a myth to me.

You, a god who I’ve prayed to
For compassion
And kindness,
Loved me?
That love heated my core,
Like a darkened chemistry
Of fire and blood,
Of pain and light.
You knew me,
Like no other.

You chose me.
Chose me for this caliginous path.

Your darkness whispered to me
And I welcomed it in.

I welcomed in your blinding fire,
That turned my soul to
Wintry ash.

I welcomed in your Midnight hour
With its velvety touch
And honeyed tongue.

I welcomed in your crimson kiss
With its pure, raw
Beautiful obsession.

I welcomed in your evening star,
Whom my heart would always follow.

I welcomed in your naked shadow
And I knew I would never be alone
And I’ll never be afraid.

Because your darkness whispered to
Me,
And I whispered back.

~KVP
Art: Abigail Larsen