Sweet Reverie

I watched you, while rainclouds gathered

In the sky above us.

And you were so beautiful as you sat,

Unconscious of my attention-

Innocent to my affection-

That my mind created for us

Grand castles surrounded by endless gardens,

Where we could forever escape these lives

And live loved and loving from now til forever;

Or perhaps where I could at least

Hold you in my arms, smelling you

Bathing my soul in your scent

And letting my heart race in the nearness of you.

But while I sit here dreaming,

You stand and walk away

Scattering the remnants of my fantasy

And ending my sweet reverie.  

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.

A Prayer Of My Faded Childhood

I ask that I may

Thrive under the sun, while it shines;

The halcyon days of youth fade swiftly,

Never to be found again,

Lost forever to the swirling mists.

Let the light of early days shine upon

The melancholy greys of age and responsibility.

Dear God, I beg You, release me from

This yoke and let me run free,

Free into the wilds, the moors, the jungles

Of my infancy and my innocence.

Lord grant me surcease from knowledge

And deeds.

That is my prayer.