07/11/17 - (Fire) Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 1-2

[Danica]

Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 1-2

1. O crystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved.
2. Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, O Lord my God!

[Danica]

As the Heart loves the Serpent, so does the Serpent passionately love the Heart.
The feeling of the verses is: red & green, intense, ecstatic.