Reunion
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I lay sheltered by the grasses, which sweep and flicker over my body, and I make love
to the night.
Above me, the whole of the sky
stretches, velvet black on eternity, the stars strewn across my vision like precious
grains of salt spilt in the night. Within each crystalline lattice, energy shimmers,
casting ancient light onto the curves and contours of my body. The eons of travel
seep into my limbs, permeate the structure of my bones, filling me with visions of faraway
realities, long lost from me, which I may never know again. The cool light plays
over my skin, I guide it with my hands to my darkest and most sensitive places.
Starlight ripples through my fingers.
There is a light breeze, a movement
of breath from Father Sky. It washes me, stripping away the mental grime I harbor
from the stresses of daytime. Thoughts of responsibilities are lifted and borne away
on the wind, mingling with last year's leaves and next year's seedlings. All around
me whispers the music of the circle, the trumpets call lowly from the lake, the strings
whisper from the grasses, the pulse of Earth beats beneath my head. The symphony is
orchestrated to the movements of the shadows and to the play of the sky as it turns in its
never-ending journey.
I arch my back, seeking caress, as my Father-lover descends on me,
invisible against His sky, save for the twin glow of abyssal blue eyes. I feel His
size hover over me, like static pressure it presses me. The heat of His body rivals
the hidden sun, but there is no sensation for me except pleasure, a quivering snake within
my depths, tail fluttering in my stomach, mouth breathing venom into my loins.
His body draws in the night, holding the whole of the cosmos captive
within each shining scale. Starlight reflects off resplendent talons, each point
descending to my skin, taking possession of me.
Tipping nimble digits, His claws
explore my glowing body. I feel the static traces fire my nerves. Wide
leathery wings canopy over us, beating slowly and silently to dispel the nuclear heat in
the tight space between our bodies. I press up, feeling the slide of His scales
against me, running my arms up to encircle His elegant neck. How many eons, how many
lifetimes have slipped unnoticed between us? I catch the gleam of silvery teeth,
hear a low reverberation deep within his chest. Father-lover, Embodiment of the Night,
warming my cold clay form once again.
A fire has been kindled within me, and I long for Him to tend it.
His shaft is Light, driving into me with the force of splendid detonation. I
feel it streak into my skull, invading every hidden place within my body, filling me again
with brilliance. A nova explodes in my womb, flashing with vibrant energy, the sweet
violent joining of my egg with His flaming seed. Life within me. . . I have become
Mother.
He lifts His gothic
head to herald our union to the universe, to dare any to challenge a bond forged in fire
and silver. His roar claims my body and the swirling galaxies within me as His
own. The symphony of nature pauses in response, creation listens with intent
interest to His proclamation. I feel the warmth of re-belonging as He wraps gentle
talons around my glistening shell. I cry, for it has been so long since we have
known each other, since we have touched. Eternity has lived and died since last I
gazed into the eyes of my Father-lover. A rush of air is chased away as His powerful
midnight wings beat a strong rhythm. The grasses part from the force and I am
lifted, with the tender care of a Father holding His Child, and I feel a dizzy sense of
ecstasy as we spiral up into the sky.
The universe enfolds us like a welcoming blanket of velvet and
diamonds. Together we return home at last. Mother, Father, and our children . . .
the stars.
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Jennifer L. Ellison Matulaitis, October 10, 1995. Copyright 1999
raptor@LD4.myip.org
The beautiful illustrations to this story were done by and belong to Ironwing, ironwing@vt.edu
The song "Reunion" was composed by and belongs to the Dinosorceror, dino@LD4.myip.org