Element: Earth

Earth

We are foundation,

Holding up the Heavens

At the same time that we support one another’s weight.

You rise over me, only to drop again,

Again and again.

We plow, nourishing the earth

With the joy of Seed.

I dig into you with urgency, a hunger

For your harvest that grows of its own accord.

We live to reap, to grow, to move snakelike in

Strong, moist soil,

Living to die and dying to live again

As we nourish.

My stalk grows in your tunnels,

Knowing your yielding loamy moisture

As you continue to climb the tree rising

From the center of me,

As my mountain thrusts into your valley,

Bringing life, giving life.

I lift you, turn you so that we give of our bounty,

Life’s mud coating our faces before

I rise again, now to the world beneath the world,

Driving my plow into the rich soil,

Loving the resistance, loving the mud,

Loving the dust, loving the dirt

As we dig deep,

Shovel throbbing, earth moving,

Quaking

And drinking deep

And shake the world

As we nourish.

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.

Slo Blues Time

This is the slo blues time,

when smoke and candlelight show the way

to sensations more sublime

than those we find by light of day.

No longer wrapped in indignant lies,

we meet in soultouch, lip to lip,

breathing desire in breathless sighs,

raising ecstasy in waiting hips.

Tomorrow holds no hope for me,

so I reach for you tonight,

here with only our hearts to see

our souls soaring in flight.

This desire, this throbbing, are fundamental things

as my lips your neck, your shoulder caress

in the first expression of my yearnings,

in these first stages of our undress.

This is the time of the slo and sweet,

tendernesses touching longing as we stroke and feel

each other where lust and night both meet,

kiss each other where desire and fantasy are real.

This is truth on a level beyond our dreams,

existing prior in thoughts, yet always unspoken,

as candles shine on bodies bent in succulent extremes

and slowly flowing with fluids molten.

Tonight no secrets from me are hidden,

I drink the wine of your greatest desire

and feed you of my body, swollen

in anticipation of finding fleshly fires.

We move in a profound manifestation of verb,

your body my focus, mine your friction

as we stretch this moment as infinite as a proverb,

moving toward our inevitable benediction.

This is the slo sweet burning moment,

though we are far east of the sun here where we blaze,

trying to take each other’s tormented torrent,

driving and sending each other sideways and endways and edgeways,

flying starwards, riding the lightning

until pleasure becomes too deep, too much

and we release this wave, bodies clutching and gushing

knowing that rhythm must always come to such.

We shiver in a cloud of our own incense,

spirits singing, returning to flesh in spasms,

adding heavenly colors, rich and intense,

to bodies, joined still, in ecstasy’s poem.

We return to earth, having touched the universe

and heard it sigh, whispering our name

and knowing, now and ever more, our gift and our curse

is that after tonight, nothing will ever be the same. 

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.

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.

Eros

This Lust is systematic.

I taste you across this universe,

My heart racing in your regard, warm as sunlight,

My longing now a part of my being

As I seek to be the air you breathe.                                                                        

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

As I fall into a familiar dream:

 We dance naked by candlelight,

 my eye tracing every movement of your body

 as I rise in anticipation, swaying to unheard desire.

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

 As you arch your back in the silent sway of candlelight.

 This is the slo blues time,

 When all the equations approach infinity

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

 The conversation of my tongue and your nipple

 And the sweet moisture we both prepare to give.

 My hands trace your body as I lower you,

 Tongue tasting the hollow of your neck,

 longing.

 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 delicate ankles before moving,

 Slowly but definitely toward your feminity.

 The delicate blend of pink and brown

 Of heat and moisture

 Engulf me

 As I open your tenderness and feed,

 Gently letting my tongue know you,

 Existing only for this moment

 When this kiss is all

 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 lust to these bodies.

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

No abracadabra phases and mental gymnastics,

Just my appreciation of all the things you are

And the knowledge of my desire.

Fantasy #2: Morning Dew

waking

in your mouth

my tongue reaches for

sugar pink

back arching as teeth

scrape

giving pain so sweet

tasting tears of honey

before

eyes even open

Diamond Wine

let us love hard,

my words blowing across your skin,

raising gooseflesh,

the living poem of our desire

spelled out as i touch tongue to clit,

fingers to slit,

free verse across the small of your back.

time stretching to Infinity

as we dandy doggy-fuck fantastic

and my Verb is realized in you,

as we slide, glide, ride

we be friction

giving as we get.

Verb to Word to Sentence

as i teach you my fullness,

pulsating and thrusting,

(profundo)

glistening with your response

as your velvet repeats the Words i teach.

these are the lessons in the blood

the ballad of our sweat

written as i feel your heartbeat

talking to my finger in your foundation,

moving to the rhythm of your fingers on your electric.                                                                       

this is what Love has brought us to,

the Thunder in every thrust

(profundo)

Lightning in every inch of my Verb

as you bless me in your Rain,

with your sweet musky liquor flowing

i place my mouth on your fountain,

as if your lust would quench my desire,

my deep urgent feelings,

as i turn you onto your back,

mounting your chest

to cum on your jeweled nipples,

writing “I Love You” with my fingers

in my Seed on your breasts,

then leaning forward to lick the tears from your face,

the tears when you cum

. . .sweet diamond wine.