Ceto Hesperia
I circle her, forever her attendant, but somehow I know she circles me I am so small in her presence, a thousand times greater than I, a thousand thousand, unknowable and vast, and all are drawn to her. She is second only to the Sun but to me she is everything. So many circle her, but she lets me be the closest, She sings her sweet magnetic song as we dance. She laughs and sings to me, calling me her sweet little one, her tempestuous fireball, her favourite possession. There is something electrical between us, a loop of hot plasma wraps around me, binding me to her She has never touched me, not directly our love is motion and distance and dancing. As she moves, as I move, something moves inside me; a great churning of heat and rock and metal, pulled tight by her voice. It grows as we move together a desperate tectonic pressure just beneath my skin barely contained, straining towards her. She sings, and we dance she watches me, and I twist in my lust she sings and we dance heat and rock and metal our love is fire and brimstone sulphur and iron and she sings and we dance and it spills out of me my breath electric a violent eruption from my lungs a fervent volcanic release of pressure. For a moment I am sated and I feel the very air is stained by my lust, a ring around her marking where I have been, where she has taken me. But I have marked her too, in my way; there is a hot auroral glow upon her cheeks as she watches me dance beneath her and I know she feels my heat. I circle her, forever her attendant, but somehow I know she circles me
Ceto Hesperia is an astrobiologist and alchemist, a serpent, or perhaps a fig tree sinking her roots into the earth. She can be found dreaming in the arms of her lovers, and wandering across the sky after sunset. Her best flippancy can be found on twitter, @CetoHesperia