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Tuesday, 28 October 2025

The Alabaster Chalice of Eternity

When twilight veils the empyrean in sable,

And argent stars convene in silent thrall,

Thy gaze, a lodestar, rends the mortal fable,

And drags my reason helpless to its thrall.

Thy lips, ambrosial, pour their molten flame,

A tincture rare that scalds yet soothes the vein;

Each whispered sigh thou breath’st ignites my name,

And stirs the dormant tides of sweet disdain.


O pour the ruby philter on my tongue,

Where mortal grief dissolves in scarlet streams;

Ere Aurora’s chariot hath yet been sung,

I quaff the draught of thee, the realm of dreams.

Thy touch, a fugue of fire and silken sighs,

Maps sinuous rivers on my trembling skin;

Each caress, a secret prism where it lies,

And every throb a universe within.


Beneath the moon’s aureate, languorous glow,

Our shadows intertwine in sacred mesh;

A symphony of pulse, of breath, of flow,

Where flesh and spirit in exquisite throb enmesh.

No tyrant hour, nor scythe of mortal fate,

Can sever what the cosmos wrought in fire;

In thy embrace, all kingdoms dissipate,

And every stolen instant flames desire.


Thy body, lithe as nocturnal rivers gleaming,

Conceals infinity in every fold;

And in the furnace of our midnight dreaming,

The cosmos whispers secrets, hot and bold.

O let us dwell in ecstasy’s abyss,

Where every sigh becomes a sacrament;

Each trembling limb, each quivering, stolen kiss,

A testament to rapture’s firmament.


The rose of night unfolds beneath our breath,

Its petals perfumed with our crimson sin;

Each touch a covenant that mocks pale death,

And summons every dormant joy within.

O pour the wine of stars into our veins,

Till time dissolves its iron-clad decree;

Each drop a spark, unchaining mortal chains,

And kindling all the fervent ecstasy.


O vesper, drape thy diaphanous array,

And gild our bodies with thy amber fire;

Let shadows mingle, tremble, and obey,

Where every sigh becomes a mute desire.

Our hearts, like alchemists, transmute the night,

Into a furnace of voluptuous flame;

No scythe, no frown, no tyranny of light

Can dim the incandescent of our name.


Beneath the canopy of jeweled skies,

We drink the draught of secret, sacred wine;

Each pulse, a universe, each moan, a rise

Of rapture’s tide, ineffable, divine.

The nightingale, in silvered boughs, doth sing

A requiem of fervor, soft and slow;

While every star conspires to bind and bring

Our shadows closer in their argent glow.


Thy form, a map of rivers, flame, and fire,

Guides me through labyrinths of molten bliss;

Each curve, a revelation, each desire

A whispered incantation, consecrated kiss.

O let us linger where eternity bends,

Where mortal hours are molten, swift, and frail;

Till every sigh a constellation sends,

And every breath becomes a crimson trail.


O love, thou sovereign of the chalice bright,

Thou art the philter, furnace, and the flame;

In thee, the body and the soul unite,

And mortal dust remembers but thy name.

Let vesper linger, let the stars conspire,

To gild our rapture in their argent rays;

Till wine, and moon, and pulse, and secret fire

Transform our hours into immortal days.


So let us quaff the chalice of delight,

Till time dissolves, and mortal bounds are gone;

Each sigh, a prism; each embrace, a rite;

Each kiss, a spark upon the argent dawn.

O let our hearts, like alchemists, transmute

The shadowed world into a sea of gold;

Where passion reigns, where flesh and soul commute,

And love defies the winter, cold and old.


Beneath the night’s empyreal, jeweled dome,

Our souls entwined, in fervor and in wine,

We taste eternity, yet call it home,

And find the infinite within the spine.


O crimson chalice, ever flowing, deep,

Thou art the furnace of our sacred night;

In thee, all mortal care dissolves, asleep,

And every pulse is consecrated light.

Then drink with me, where shadows intertwine,

Where every moan is music, every breath.


A universe, a prism, and a sign,

That mortal clay may dance defying death.

O love, thou art the secret and the flame,

The alchemy that makes all darkness bright;

And in thy incandescent, sacred name,

The stars themselves would bow to our delight.

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