the Kiss of Dian y Glas

From the stars the boy was born,
shining blue with longing eyes,
Soft as many petaled rose,
He lifts my soul into the skies.

Beyond the ego's iron gate,
beyond the stars and moon,
into Dian y Glas' kiss,
that's where you'll find me soon.

My head is spinning, my lips do part,
I fall into a drunken haze,
For into Faery I have stumbled,
and here now I shall spend my days.

My body sings with silken pleasure,
My mind filled only with delight,
My triple soul enraptured with
the power of His softened might.

Now for the bed, the serpent rises,
stretches upwards for his kiss,
a flashing tongue of silver satin
a holy river made of bliss.