Transit

A year since the transit of Venus.... Across the face of our sun she moved giving joy to open hearts, and surprising our spirits with new song. ....Gathered there, a throng of her admirers ....there to see her silhouette.... There to be a part of *something*.... ....On that fateful day these two lovers met.... She....a woman of poor social standing, found such joy amid the jubilation.... He, a man of imprisoned hopes, drawn toward the woman's intense vibration. So natural was he, that she failed to see what energy flowed all around him.... ....distracted by life here in the middle of a spiritual awakening..... From a cloud of infinity he appeared.... a kind heart so pure as to win the trust of the restless babe within her arms.... Glad for his company, and glowing from an inner joy which seeped through her pores, she welcomed this new friend into her space....barely noticing the beauty in his face. A few days after the day they first met, They fell into each other....dripping with lust.... In his soul he waged within himself a war of morality....Armageddon.... Doused with passion....life anew.... She wore him like skin....within and without. Saturated with and overpowered by the possibility of meeting a need....satisfying a want.... He ravaged and consumed her soul to her delight. Armageddon within....Heaven and hell without.... As finer details of her lover came to light.... She seethed with rage....longing....bitterness....selfish desire.... While Venus in all her glory boiled hellishly far away. Upon the face of fair Venus was born a connection between two desperate lovers.... And upon her molten face boils the truth of their unholy desire. They made love with all the rage of Venusian summer.... No relief was to be found from their insane desire. Impure....dirty....at once addictive.... Insatiable and fervent....blistering and forming callous over callous....growing thicker over the very conscience that they had come to adore in each other..... ....Oh, the irony of forbidden love.... The delectable sweetness of orgasmic pleasure....how it could equal the ruin of one, or of both he and of her.... The anguish of suffering such turmoil in secret.... While each wonders if the other finds satisfaction in another while they *must* be apart.... Yet holding onto the sacred nature of their meeting, under the glorious transit of Venus across the mighty and glorious sun..... Unbearable heat....which seems so welcoming after the long winter of lonliness.... The thawing of souls.... The delicate task of finding perfect balance.... The weighing of risks....of pros and of cons.... To feast daily on the unabashed divinity of love....or to partake in secret....sporadically....and to never be satisfied.... The thawing and the freezing again of their love preserving and yet rotting them at the same time....only with each freezing, the preserving of more rottenness.... But with each sexual union....the purging fires of Venus and the sun exposes and then purifies both of their sins.... A year since fair Venus' transit of the sun.... A year since the wondrous yet unfinished story of these two lovers had begun.... <3 Bittersweet anniversary, Fire of my Soul.