Bridals
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A 'Bridal' is a song or poem arranged from the verses of the Songs of Volvizia used at the beginning of an amg ada (rite) or in other contexts as inspirational material. Bridals are prepared by the Bride (Priestess) - it is her prereogative and one of her arts.
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In a Bridal the verses of the Songs of Volvizia can be freely rearranged, even violating their original context. Typically, a dozen or so verses are chosen, juxtaposed, and arranged to produce a new poem, usually of an erotic nature. Every Priestess can produce her own Bridals, or she can use existing ones.
There are no rules for composition. The Songs of Volvizia are unique in this way. They are complete in themselves but are also raw material to be used and re-used in countless permutations.
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They can be used for meditation, inspiration or - most commonly - they are read at the beginning of a ritual prior to the call for silence.
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The following are examples of Bridals prepared by Carla Spenning:
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Now I am desperate for your nakedness.
I tremble should your glance fall upon me.
The trees are filled with butterflies, golden and black.
How the tree sways.
The ribbons!
Rejoice wanton friends!
Eternal axis!
Soon I shall have no will to fight you anymore.
Night sees through the pupil of her eye.
How dark the shadows fall as we kiss and cry.
How heavy are my limbs!
Look at us now!
Wild among darkening dreams!
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Let the lightning strike.
The light on our flesh is alive!
I am on my back.
I am prone.
I am penetrated!
Turmoil in your arms!
Swallow me!
The river into the sea!
I have been mad with lust.
My whole image is shattered!
Against the vivid white sheets.
Against the vivid white sheets.
Spring is stirring.
Perfect composure wed to pure abandon!
Come forward!
Enter between the candles!
Are you ever going to release me?
Is the apple in bloom?
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Listen! Voices among the leaves!
Caress me, strange light.
I am here and still young.
The texture of your thighs seems a miracle of flesh to me now, I am so helplessly smitten, so wounded and weary for the tenderness of your arms.
Let the gaze of mighty night fall upon us in our passion and surrender.
What are promises?
Swallow me!
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I can melt candles with my lust.
Follow me into your violet eyes.
Treacherous shepherd!
I have contempt for even my own life until I am filled with the last drops of your semen.
It has been a million years.
Around and around.
Attention. Threads. Threads of candlelight.
Around and around.
Young lovers will crush your barriers.
Young lovers will stir the lifeblood of the cosmos, the salty womb of Ocean.
I will stir their desires!
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My lips unkissed!
I lie among soft grasses whispering up to the clouds.
I am faint for touch of thee.
A soft smile.
Essence and ardor.
Essence and song.
This lust twisting like a serpent in my bowels.
I am a creature of night spaces where lovers rage with strange desire.
By my living juices!
Your frame in the half-light pounding me as I open myself as if inviting new dimensions.
My skin. Your skin.
Look into these eyes.
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