Dark and about love

"...So, I've found my old notebook. But I've told that already. And in it - look what..."

We're gonna dance & weave our arms together,
We're gonna drink the garnet of Cahors,
We'll set on fire our miserable lounging,
And step into the slowness of the fire,
And out of it unhurt down to the bank.
The hideous chthonic beasts, all spots and claws,
With no remorse will tear us down to pieces
And throw around the hills and darkened pits
The bloody smoking flesh of our bodies,
But we will get ourselves together back,
We will enroot ourselves into this heaven,
For thus to break at last the chains unseen,
That bind one to the other, back to back,
For thus to turn back into right position,
To fall in an exhausting endless love,
But never to achieve the rest and calmness,
Like end of ring may never be achieved...

© Katy J. Trend, 1994(?)