Ritual Iii Poem by lamia harker

She dreams.
She dreams of a world
where my kiss is
the only sanctified moment

She dreams of a world
where I am hers
and eagerly lay
upon a bed of crushed
and stained rose petals
just for her.

She dreams of having
those struggling against her
to find her love
so she can embrace them
show them just how much she cares.

She dreams of the place
where you and I can find
each other and know in the flesh
just how magnificent all her aspects are.

She dreams.