Situational Gravity

I know what you want.
I made you want it,
In a profound manifestation of verb
Kindled by words and glances
Into a desire that slows time as our eyes meet.
But you don't understand my words.

You know what I want.
I made sure that you knew it
As I alchemaically combined nouns and flesh,
Kisses and adjectives,
Into an elixir- vibrant, recombinant and strong-
That I sip from the hollows of your neck,
That you swallow from deep in my being.
But you don't understand my words.

This is what we need:
To realize the Truth of our elements intercoursing,
To witness the Reality of our heated fluids flowing,
To learn Equations written in friction and integrated in spasms
As our souls dance and undulate
And we become Understanding
And need no more words.

A Nocturne

I have seen you before,

In countless dreams of beauty

Where we walk hand-in-hand along moonlit beaches.

You and I have explored all of the wonders

That Heaven and earth have to offer

In my subconscious voyages through love.

That is how I knew, when I saw you,

That you were to be my heart’s eternity.

Come with me darling, walk with me on clouds

Let me drink the night’s wine from your lips, again.

But this time let it happen while I’m awake.  

Element: Silver

Silver

We reflect in silent moments,

Growing together like moon in sky,

While we chain each other in the freedom

Of mutual, untarnished Gravity.

We free the night

As we conduct all the electricity in our hearts

To our bodies and lips to meet in

Perfect circuit.

We are mirrors into the soul of Life,

Reflecting in our passion, our lust,

Our very being, the inherent desire in the

Song of all Days;

Knowing that, as I see your face captured,

Momentarily,

In each drop of sweat that falls

From my forehead to your breast,

Even in Lust, the heart pauses to breathe.

I reflect upon the sweet pleasures

Of your tongue 

As well as the sweet pain of lonely nights

When you are not near.

We reflect,

Our hands greater utensils, precious,

Bringing our sensual repast to lips waiting,

Tongues flicking and backs undulating in sterling need

Of all the things we are,

All the things we know,

All that we bring out in one another

As we reflect Love

In infinite repetition.

Element: Water

Water

Our flesh ripples as we touch

And surf the waves of our growing desire,

Taken like ships at sea, rising and plunging,

Loving the depths even while we seek the crest,

As we flow.

We are this sea, bathing in each other,

Bringing moisture with moisture

While we caress, tasting first with our fingers

Later with tongues, always in our souls.

We nourish the world in our rain

As it flows from us,

Physical and spiritual,

First sweat attaching cheek to thigh,

Lips to breast, my hand to the back of your neck

As I wrap your hair in my fist,

Pushing you away even as I pull you close,

I feel your tide at both ends of my body,

Then the deeper fluids of our minds

Rise to wash us away, me diving into your ocean,

Swimming in this ecstasy as I bend you over,

Moving in the stream of your consciousness.

I ride your current, deep in your waters

Loving the undertow and sweetly resisting the undertow.

We inundate this world and its concerns

As our tides rise and fall,

As our waves crash, foaming and drenching the land

Of our beings,

As we flow.

Element: Air

Air

This we create.

My breath, your breath

Joining, spinning, combining, becoming

Much more than our words;

The sweet thoughts of God;

The fluid we breathe as we inhale each other,

Love-filling our lungs, as we soar

Together through the morning,

Dew drying on our skin as we part the clouds,

Change the weather with our regard,

Sweep the leaves of the Worldtree ever onward

With the exhalation of our desire;                                  

As we rise.

We move soulward, on the wind of need,

Being the air hearts breathe

As our own hearts beat to Heat-music,

Making me rise against you,

Your nipples rough against my chest,

Breath fire against each other’s necks

As we rise.

We spin this world,

We blow, we swirl,

Lifting all lovers as we fly overhead,

Winds of sensuality becoming

A tornado of passion, of desire, of Love

Taking heed neither of reason nor responsibility,

Not while we kiss, not as you lift your breast to me,

Not as I suckle as we ascend,

Lifting everything with us in a spiral

That presses us even closer.

As I kiss down your body,

You shiver at my breath on you

As your incense rises to my lips

My hands moving along your lower back

As I lick you, tasting the first salt

Of your sweetness

As we spin, as we revolve,

As we rise.

Status Migrainosus II: The Unlovely Smell of Oranges

She says "Dance a little dance with me".
She sings "Dream a little dream,"
And again I fall into the dark.


She holds me close as we dance,
My oldest friend,
As close as my memories of her
That stretch back in my mind almost as far
As the face of the quiet Hunter,
He who has always been my goal and my goad.
She holds me tight in the dark
And it is hot and we dance and we spin and spin.


She says "Dance a little dance with me.
Dream a little dream".
She sings in a language she has taught me
And again I fall into the dark.


My oldest friend,
As close as the lie in a lover's kiss
As we dance and spin and spin
In the darkness where everyone passing through 
Is limned in fading light
And the rising dark of our dance is
Intimate in every way.
We dance in the dark and know nothing of the world.


She sings only for me
And this is always her song:
"Dance a little dance with me, dream a little dream".
And all duty and desire fall away
As I fall into the dark.


Her perfume is oranges, likely blood,
As sweet and as sharp as Love's first kiss,
And it envelopes me as we dance,
Scenting my reality as we spin and spin
Through the waves and the valleys and the hot.
My oldest friend and I,
Together here at the bottom of the dark,
Where the world is  a memory
And there is only the dance.


I know that one day she will call,
In a voice of marmalade and cold wet earth,
And she will sing "Dance a little dance with me,"
And through my tears I will dance;
She will sing "Dream a little dream,"
And I know only her embrace;
And she will whisper, into the cups of my ears,
"Stay here, a while with me, in the dark,"
And all of my desires
And all of my hopes
And all of my breaths-
All of my equations- will fall to zero,
To the smell of oranges
As we spin and spin
And then spin no more.

Water and Air (As Years Rush By)

 Come let me spin you through these night clouds majestic,

While we sip glasses of chilled moonlight

And leave footprints in the stardust

I breathe only your smile.

As the years rush by.

Your body held ever in my arms,

My face floating in the seas of your eyes,

Our Love never away from each other’s hearts,

We shimmer in our own heat.

As the years rush by.

A bright present and golden future

That for us will never be a yesterday,

As all thoughts of sadness are replaced

By a Love that will never stray

As the years rush by.

So, as angels sing all around us,

We will dance eternity away

Under this night sky that never ends

With this devotion that will always stay.

Spirituality: House of Worship

"Tu as pris mon cœur, ma sœur, mon épouse, tu as pris mon cœurpar un de tes yeux, avec une chaîne de ton cou." KJV, Song of Solomon 4:9

I am Nox’s son, Father/Brother/god
That brings the revelation of flesh,
All the manna of our souls falling through the air,
All your curses moving me on,
As I pulse in the rhythm of your Angel-sweet body
Entering your temple in awe
And in ecstasy.


We are the congregation lascivious, rocking in hunger,
Writing our prayers in friction
As we speak in tongues that dance as they taste
And testify at the top of our lungs.
We bow our heads in rapture
From the give and response of
Physical hymns.


I am the cardinal in pantherskin, preacher/predator,
Sermonizing as I prey;
Every verse written in fluids primal
And quoted from the holy book of our bodies,
Anointed in our own oils,
My rod comforting you,
Your body Communion sweet.


We are the Choir of the dark, sinsinging,
Harmonizing, in the clapping of our soma,
While mouths drip the holy waters of our passion:
Sweet, musky wine and hot salty lyrics,
Psalms that bounce off the walls
As we duet the mantra of desire.
Percussion in the House of Worship.


I am the Thunder, nightskinned lightning,
Bringing the storm of ecstasy,
The rain that falls from your thighs,
My voice booms as I strike deep
And electrify the flower in your temple,
Making it bloom
Making you shout.


We are the Church of the Erotic, holy and profane,
Righteous in Our Name, sinners in our blood,
Making an offering of all our passions,
Calling God with our psyches,
Bodies pulsing with the infinite beat
Of the Heart in the heart of hearts,
Cumming soulward and seeking Heaven.


Amen.

Street Song 3: No Technology (The Art of Neo-Primitive Seduction)

First we’ll leave our keys

And park both of our cars.

Walk together like we used to do,

Just me and you under the stars.

And we’ll pretend that it’s dark,

Ignoring the glare of the street lights

As our hearts reach toward each other

And our minds reach for higher heights;

So that by the time that we get back home

We’ll be more than ready to be alone.

See we don’t need no technology

Comin’ between you and me,

From now until the sun starts to rise

The only light I need is in your eyes.

Turn your iPod off baby,

And put it on the counter next to mine.

Leave your laptop there too, don’t worry,

Everything will be just fine.

While I light these candles, Hon,

You can kill those lights,

I told you things were gonna be different tonight.

I already logged off the computer

And turned off my phone,

Tonight nobody’s gonna keep us from being alone.

See we don’t need no technology

Comin’ between you and me;

From now until tomorrow is born

You’re the only thing I’ll need to turn on.

Come over by the fireplace with me,

I got the bottle of oil, grab that bottle of wine.

You’ll see we don’t need no damn TV

And I promise everything will be just fine.

I’ll drink from your glass and you from mine

While we hold each other by the firelight.

And as my hands caress your spine,

I’m glad there’re no distractions tonight.

When we end our dance, I’ll hand you a corsage

As we relax together on the floor.

Then I’ll take your feet and start to massage-

Just a hint of what I have in store.

See we don’t need no technology

Comin’ between you and me;

From now until the morning sun

Nothing will keep us from being one.

3 States of Being

Turn the lights down low...

You exist all within my mind,

My every thought revolving,

Tasting as I kiss the picture of you

That swirls forever in my memory,

Even now as I face you,

I dance you through my fantasies,

All my dreams trailing along.

I remember running across Egyptian sands with you and

Dream of our future each time I hear your name.

All that I know is encompassed in your smile,

The motions of your body,

The lingering taste of your kiss in my mind,

And I am lost in thoughts of you,

Never seeking a way out.

Your existence,

Locking into mine now,

Irrevocably a part of me,

Being my dreams,

Leading my thoughts,

Drowning my mental even as I reach for you.

Turn the lights down low...

Let me talk only to your soul with my soul,

Speaking in Love

To the one who meets with me on Heaven’s plateau,

Weaving a living tapestry on the loom

Of our emotions, the thread our longing.

My heart calls your name in all the languages of God,

Shouting my Love across creation,

The thunder that splits the night

And holds the moon in our regard

As we move soulwardly higher.

We tempest of spirit be,

Storming as we look within each other,

Talking only with our souls,

Repeating words our mouths haven’t learned

But our bodies want to teach.

Speak to me in Love,

The voice of the essence of our carnality,

Our passion, all the mental verses

That have led us to where we now stand,

My Verb seeking the living poem

Flowing form the well of your world,

Word by word, drop by drop.

Turn the lights down low...

Know me, know my body,

My flesh shining in the dark

As I reach for you,

Caressing your perfume with my nose,

Your voice with my longing ears.

Before I ever feel the heat in your touch

I strain my eyes to see your soul dance

To the music of the shadows that bow around us.

I long for physicality,

Bodies in the rhythm of Gods,

Ambrosia flowing, wine pressed

With every kiss, every longing glance

In the moonlight, under starlight

All that I’ve been dreaming of,

Sacrificed as we cast our soma

And rock in embrace.

Know,

Bathe me in every drop of your wetness

As we shudder together,

As the spasms begin,

As we touch the edge and spin,

We burn in each other.

Know my body,

Know its touch as it calls for you,

As it stretches forward to pierce this tinted air

And penetrate in turn your sweetness,

Know every touch, every inch

As I slide onto you, into you,

Arching to touch you deep,

Where it hurts and then feels so good.

Eros

*Thanks to my good friend J. Xander Garrafa for helping me with the Spanish....

This Lust is systematic.

Your elegance calling to me across creation

Sets my heart racing in your regard, tan ardiente como luz solar.

My longing now a part of my being,

I am in awe,

Sent adrift into autoerotic mastery

Every time I contemplate the delicate lines of your labios rosados.

Every caress I imagine in your honor

Sends me into a familiar dream:

 We dance naked by candlelight,

 My eye tracing every movement of your body

 As I rise in anticipation, sway to cresting need.

 I gather you in my arms, lift your breast to my mouth

 As your back arches in the silent dance of flame.

 This is the slo blues time,

 When all the equations approach infinity

 And all that matters is the heat of your electric velvet rising toward me,

 The conversation of my tongue and your nipple

 And the sweet moisture we both prepare to give.

 My hands dance along your spine as I lower you,

 Tongue tasting the hollow of your neck,

Désir ardent.

 I take you from the vertical,

 Our shadows behind us, as merged as we are meant to be,

 And begin to drink the wine of your being,

 Kissing first your subtle ankles before moving,

 Slowly but definitely, toward your femininity.

 The delicate blend of coral and chocolate,

 Of warmth and moisture,

 Engulf me

 As I open your tenderness and feed,

 Gently letting my tongue learn you,

 Existing only for this moment

Cuando el beso es todo,

 When your moans are all

 When my desire is all,

 Evident in the mixed nectar

 That covers my face,

 That glistens on your fundament,

 That connects this hunger to these bodies.

I can’t step to you with an envelope of empty dreams,

Abracadabra phases and mental gymnastics,

Just my admiration of all the things you are

And the knowledge of my need.

Esta lujuria es sistemática.

Avatars

“There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.”

Sand and Foam

                        Kahlil Gibran

The hours, the days

When my entire universe was encompassed

By you,

Contained within the spell cast

By your eyes, by your smile;

Your field surrounding me like electricity,

Hair like silk, eyes like fire

All attracting me to your density;

This was the beginning of desire.

I was caught

Like starlight in a diamond

Under deep October skies,

Refracted and reflected

In the jewel of your soul until I was burning

With fever for you,

Your touch, even proximity, the only treatment,

Your kiss the only cure.

This Love we share,

Passing in every wind and shadow

Of a Summer’s evening,

Moving in every leaf and root

Of an Autumnal dawn,

Growing, becoming us and more than us,

Something both simple and magnificent.

The soft rains of April and the sweet snowfalls of December,

Changing us in ways we cannot see,

Remaking us in the image of our hearts.

These few, precious moments

When we touch the Infinite,

Resonating with the waves of our Love,

When all the things you are are mine,

When all I ever dreamed is realized in

The briefest glimpse of the faintest contemplation

Of the most minute reflection of your smile in a raindrop.

These silent moments,

That is when our avatars aggregate,

Making us singular, one in each other,                                                       

One with the Sea of Dreams,

One with the laws that made fire and earth.

We move differently,

We are not these people, not these realities,

Not these bodies that house the Eternal in us,

Not the anchor but the ship

And the chain; not Gravity but the worlds it moves

And the space they move through.

We move, we dance, we sing

Like so many stars,

Moving like the promised kiss of Springtime.  

We speak in angels’ glow,

Lighting suns with our expressions of affection,

Creating Life in each other,

Denying the emptiness of separation, of reality,

With every touch, with every word.

I am tangled in our scent,

Drunk from the incense in the spaces

That lie in the corners of our minds,

Filled with the smoke of us,

Blessed by the offering we send up,

In honor of ourselves,

To the Light that bound water and wind

Into the breathless kisses that we share,

Holding each other’s hearts

Under the full January moon.

  

Pharaoh

Know me,                   

I stand astride existence,

legs akimbo,

verbstick swinging to the rhythm of Life.

So fundamental,

so systematic;

as pure as the sweat running across my chest,

as pure as the desire burning in my eyes.

I am the nourisher,

bringer of the wine that God provides,

of the meat the brings the sweetness forth,

and I prepare a banquet in your honor.

Eat all that you wish.

Be eaten all that you wish.

Tasting the waters of all your days,

I reach forth my regard,

bathing in the delta of your Nile,

drinking the liquor of our sweat.

                                                                                                                       

Know me,

King I am to those deep, hidden feelings

that make your temple pulse,

the longing that throbs prayers between your thighs

as all your lips cry out Hosannahs.

I bring the heat of stars to our embrace,

every breath the word of the Gods,

tongue reaching out to you and tasting Life

as my Word reaches your center and swells.

We are the cloak of night,

we are the garment Love wears to warm itself,

welcoming each other to the kismet storm;

witnessing the birth of vision

from the eastern side of the Sun.

Know me,

I am the God between your knees

dancing in the music of moisture,

tongue-blessing your righteousness.

These are the Elysian fields, the Halls of everlasting

Where I dwell in luscious agony.

I found Eternity in you arms.

Praise me; let me bind my wisdom into your soul-

fire air water into earth to make flesh.

We bring the rain that makes the desert bloom,

waking the Prophet’s rose.

My soul soars, intoxicated by mead

made from the honey of your need,

as I take all that you offer,

give all that I am

as we are created anew in wonder and in Love,

knowing the map of Creation imprinted on our bodies.

                                                                                   

Come, follow me;

Come follow Me

and I will teach you the Art of Friction,

the power of a King’s lust

and how to dream the reality of desire and make it dance.

Know me,

I am the Architect of your heart;

Know me,

I am the dancing pulse between your legs;

I was made to Love you;

I am the Pharaoh of your desire.

Altered States

It was twilight when I saw you,

I remember I was standing at the edge of the world;

We dance there in memory

With ice and moonlight to accompany us.

And it was gentle then

Those days those nights these remembrances

Of you, in my atmosphere, splendid,

I, in your ocean, radiant like stardust.

We dance there in memory.

Set on by chance by forces by waves of light,

Drawn together by strange attractants

Into these altered states

That send our heads spinning.

I feel it felt it knew it know

That there was power there, though ephemeral,                          

Your soultouch was undeniable

And gentle.

And though we go our separate ways,

We dance there in memory,

With ice and moonlight to accompany us.

In The Deep Purple Bliss

We are not children of the sun,

not us, not in this incarnation.

We are the dancing stillness of the night.

And when moonlight touches us,

And my arms find your body within,

I hear your name whispered in bliss,

Flowing from my lips to your heart.

This is when I am a Man;

When I am reflected in your eyes,

When your atmosphere swirls around me,

When we touch each other without touching,

Standing in harmony under stars’ regard,

This is when I am a Man.

Seeking the deep purple time,

When removed we are from sunlight’s weight

And I may enter you presence unfettered,

Measured not by cosmic dimensions, there at the door to night,

We rush head long through the steel hours,

Souls longing as much for eventide

As our hearts long for one another.

We are the dancing stillness of the night,

Having shrugged free of summer days,

And it is to you I turn,

To the one I love,

To share chilled moonlight by the glassful,

To know Love.

I live in your eyes here,

In the darkened midnight hours,

When no other eyes touch us,

When your smile is all the moon I’ll ever need

Then, and only then,

Carried by African drums and space-age times,

Do I live.

I was made to Love you.

We are not of the days,

Bathing each other in late breezes,

And we feed each other every second of darkness,

Eating our nights together with all our souls

Because too soon even the stars fade.

Each hour nourished by your smile is another endless night,

Another passionate dusk to sustain me,

When darkness fades and I am

Tortured by Hyperion’s gaze

And distance from you.

Knowing I will hold you tight again,

When the deep purple falls

And I live in your Love;

Where the night is so easy to remember

And so, so hard to forget.