Dark and about love

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

And we shall dance & weave our arms together,
And we shall drink the garnet of Cahors,
And we shall burn our miserable lounging,
And step into the slowly whirling fire,
And out of it unhurt, down to the bank.
The hideous chthonic beasts, all fangs and claws,
Without remorse will tear us down to pieces
And throw around the hills and darkened pits
The gory smoking flesh of our bodies,
But we will get ourselves together back,
And we shall let our roots into this heaven,
And we shall break at last the chains unseen,
That bind one to the other, back to back,
We shall return back to the right position,
To fall in an exhausting endless love,
But never shall we reach no peace nor calmness,
As none can find and reach end of a ring...

© Katy J. Trend, 1994(?)