Where Gods Encircle And Sins Recite

She speaks to white sands
unfettered by the moon's
sweet inflections of love,
those dark confessions blown
of blood and vine that spell
the pieties of a lover's touch
over the shores caressed by
foam and wave.

Beneath the vortex of a spindrift's
sprays, she listens to the foghorns
beshroud wails that echo across
the harbor luring the living into a
spiritual wilderness where dolphins
arch the horizons and random
constellations peer innocently in
fascination.

The skies peel back obeying her call,
an osmosis of emptiness that illustrates
stillness in motion between the sweet
salt embalms of night streams that glide
down a lover’s body in intimate cycles
of privacy and pleasure. There is sparse
yet sincere rebellion in the lightness
of her spirit,

as it burns in waves of fierce grimaces
dropped unwillingly by the recurrent
pull of moonlight, part destiny, part
uncalculated doom, an initiation into
the deep truths of knowledge that hold
the remnants of the expenditure of love
with faint and pallid indulgent swoons,
where gods encircle and sins recite.

Whales, cold and deep, shift liquid as
they come up for air amidst the eerie
reflections of star seas, jellyfish, clams
and octopi, floating as waves rise among
the wreckage of a raft. Beauty settles
between dead pieces of wood, between
the rolls of life that lap over deep waters
guarded by Yemaya, Goddess of the Sea

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet. (within the horror writing community).

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