Remembering Our Love

In Memory of Mistress Annie, my owner
who passed away in a car wreck with a drunk driver.

Our love is a covenant of death...
Thou and I - we are bound to one another in a pledge of holocaust
And mutual adoration

In the riven streets, the memory of thy voice cries out to me
I turn and search for thee frantically, into the gales of time
But thou art not there

Republics and empires rise and fall
And nations and tongues expand or contract like tides
Still I search for thee

And...
I remember thy sweet touch, and the feel
Of thy lips against mine,
And thy soul, vast, encompassing thee, beautiful,
And the warmth of one soul caressing another - souls, not bodies.

I died when I saw thee...
My life became thy toy, thy plaything -
I gave it to thee freely (without thee, it was worthless)

Thou art my end and my beginning;
I am autoincarnate in thy love...
Thy touch is the reason for my existence...

Thy face... My Mistress -
I have looked upon the face of Dian
Thy eyes are Urim and Thummim (thou art my deity)

I remember thy fingers upon my face and on my neck...
And I remember kissing thee - thy eyes - thy ear - thy mouth
I remember

I bury my ghost in thy embrace
No other reality than this I know...
Amo, ergo sum...

For thou art deep as a thousand seasons -
In the oceans of thy soul I swim
And thy depths are cool to me (thou art fire and water)

The slick winds press round me -
I am lost -
Thy silver voice is battered by the wind

The gales of time roll over us
(We are anointed by the Angel of Death)
Yet, I remember thee