Portents...

Smoke coiling, the dim red glow…
Etheric waves surrounding the sigils…
The tongue slowly draws across the blade…
Evoke the sensations of Eros and Thanatos…
Copper tastes, serpentine motions…the bodies twist…
Form without form, hung hazy in the air…

Staccato sensations wind about the spine…
Pulling flickering fires about the hands…
Slowly moving, lightly brushing soft hairs…
Drawing the energies up and in…feeding Desire…
Awakening anew those memories lost…
Approaching the Infinite…then collapse…
Blazes cool…the embers glow…
Tranquility returns, changed and charged…

The rain falls lightly…
The night is soft…