The word

 Peter Gabriel 14 Black Paintings Special

  

In the beginning was the word

Forms to function
To speak of dreams

To cut

To heal

To birth life

Or create a cauldron of strife

In the beginning was the word

Those

Inanimate used to animate

Soft subtle whispers

Causing her pupils

To dilate

In the half-light

Cold eyes burned

Bright ideas taking form

Ideal was hoped

In symbols spoken

No fear

Of awesome power brought

To life

As the two

Drew

Closer

Diminutive separation diminished

Longing for combustion ensued as

The tentative lean

Searched for safety

In daring the longing caress

With the touch

That meant so much

Animal fire leapt to life

Budding heat of parted lips

Moving close

So

They could speak the unspeakable

Each to each

For

In the beginning was the word