We move beyond the simple
pleasures of our bodies.

Yes...the thickness of desire
still hangs humid in the
air.

We taste it on the words we
speak.

And the weight of fingers pressed
warm across the flesh...thrills
to a deepness past the
bone.

This will never change.

Yet we have opened doors that
lead to higher worlds.

We have glimpsed the
ocean.

And now nothing else
will do -

But to swim in holy
waters.


Nov 3, 2009   at 4:27pm

I fall to the heat
of your gaze -
A Shiva's touch
that strips me past the bone.

I am nothing now.

Yet somehow...more than I ever was.


Nov 3, 2009   at 4:20pm

In final moments…from tree to
Sky and then the earth -
Leaves become in shades of
Letting go.


Tues Nov 3, 2009   at 4:18pm

Touch me

*


Touch me with your lunar fingers
ignite my dormant sources of blaze
ripple my surface and taste my mood
search me with your radar eyes
sprinkle me with shiny stardust
gathered for me in outer space.

Reach deep into me until you recognize
the shape of my heart and the glow of my soul
awaken me from my dreamy slumber
make me rise as your radiant goddess
out of the eon loaded sacred waters
which remember our every passage.

The times are ripe for a new collision
let the world shudder to the sizzling sound
produced by the impact of our fusion.
Let us savor then the sweetness of being
when nights and days dance in perfect harmony
and our love expands along the paths of eternity.

Beneath your
fingers -

The weight of silence pressing
close against my lips.

A gentle urge...to let this be
enough.

Knowing we continue...

In the moments left
unspoken.


Nov 2, 2009   at 6:35pm

We dance before the moon.

Naked in all but our
desires -

And these...we use to
cloak ourselves.


Sun Nov 1, 2009   at 4:45pm

One…where skin and
Air meet holy in
Communion.


Sun Nov 1, 2009   at 4:41pm

briefly…and
lost -
i am a drifting leaf.


Sat Oct 31, 2009   at 5:11pm

Nothing ever seems to be
enough.

We are endless in the cutting sweep of
our appetite.

Hunger is the nature of
flesh -

And we are starved for union.

Perhaps this could be
enough...

To feed only of ourselves in a
holy feast of pleasure.

Or this...

To be filled in a soulful kiss of
met desire.

This...

To fast in the distance of a touch...whetting our
hunger in a slow burn towards each
other.

Yes...this.

This would be enough.


Sat Oct 31, 2009   at 4:10pm