and I spoke -

and I spoke -
from the raging bowels
of a restless earth,
from the roaring waters
of bottomless oceans,
from the still eye
of a devilish storm,
from the ruthless fires
of an impassioned core
wide open,
with a voice
reverberating,
erupting, splaying
both you and me
with a fierce love,
consuming, digesting
those obsolete masks
that must be shed
at this bloody altar,
where we must
see each other naked,
in our primal, ghastly beauty,
where we must die
and be born again
as one, not two,
from the trampled virginity
of this sacred womb,
pouring herself out
into the chalice
of a new life.