She in the Ice-House, heart in a sling, mouth like desire, touch like the wind, sending me fire, playing my strings, giving her all to me, shedding her wings. Breathing her life to me, making me sing, her eyes burn me with their magical sting, the time has no gauge, the moment no mind, the place is unknown and the world is behind. Dancing her way into me, keeping in time, sharing her rythmm with this rythmm of mine. Angry for love, drawing no lines, loving her loving with this loving of mine.
She flies in the nighttime, long hair flowing, the gown of indeterminate shape and style. Her eyes are for no-one, she is alone with herself, her very breath is beauty, and her song is of desire fulfilled. There are wide open spaces upon which she dances her dance to an unheard melody, within a lovers' trance. She rests beside a rock and closes her eyes to dream. She focuses on the feeling that is inside of her. It speaks to her of understanding outwith her simple understanding, knowledge outside of her knowledge, truth outsisde of her truth. She will return to the Ice-House no more, she will go where she is taken, by the feeling inside of her. Love will determine the future.
Love will determine the future.
