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.

Element: Void

Void

This is where there is nothing;

Nothing between us, nothing around us,

Nothing but us.

No space as I enter you,

No distance as you clench me,

No time but that told by the beating of our hearts.

We singular are, one from many,

And nothing exists but your nails in my back,

My breath on your neck,

My hands under you, lifting you,

Your eyes holding me, lifting me.

We are the friction of dark galaxies,

Filling what was never meant to be empty.

Frantic in our desire to be,

To create,

We have inhaled each other’s souls and bodies,

Quenched the thirst of our needs,

Reflected on our desires

Nourished our animality

Set fire to Infinity

And radiated the equations of Eternity

All with this Lust,

With this Love that we were made from and made for.

We move against, into, with one another

As if for the first/last time,

Like all that has been hasn’t,

Like we are something new in this Universe

Until your body shudders against me,

Carrying me away in its blessing

And I speak my word into your void,

Our particles colliding up, down, top and bottom,

Screaming each other’s names

As we fall spent,

Strange and charmed,

Knowing we have held nothing back,

Left nothing out,

And have nothing left. 

Element: Fire

Fire

We glow, the epitome of star,

As we heat and illuminate all

The dark places

With the light emitted by our union,

With the warmth that rises from your pyre,

That blazes from my torch

As we burn.

The heat of my tongue on the small of your back

Puts the sun to shame.

Flowers follow our radiance instead,

Drawn to our fire as it singes Heaven,

Shaken by the flares thrown from our ardor.

We are flame,

A volcano erupting, again and again,

To spew magma that only heats us further.

We melt each other

And become ashes in the conflagration of desire

That rise again and again like the Phoenix.

I grow drunk from your firewater,

Return constantly to sip it,

As it pools, from the hollow of your neck

I am tempered anew in your kiln,                                                 

Kindled until I release energy

That you massage into your shining skin,

While I refill your forge with my barely melted steel,

My coals in your hands, glowing,

My fingers on the fuse that re-ignites

The blaze in you,

And bring you eruption after eruption

As we burn.

Nepenthe

I will drink a song from your sea then bless you with one from mine.

I consume your kisses and stagger,

Intoxicated as I know the vintage of your presence,

Inebriated by the nearness of you,

My soul swaying to the rhythm of every breath you take.

This is where my tensions ease.

This is where sadness fades.

I have become addicted to your smile.

And I imbibe unreservedly of your sweet, sweet wines

As we muddle psyche and soma

And forget all of our woes in the glory of drunken revelry.

Even the hangover that my leaving must bring is the pain of Love.

Lemniscate

You may seek me,

If your hatred or your love,

Your desire for vengeance or for passion

So direct you.

But if it is not my wish,                                                 

I will not be found.

And then, in the silent midnight hour,

When the dark clouds o’ersweep the moon and

Hurl lightning from horizon to horizon

As the celestial thunderer rages,

I will come to you with the falling rain

And then we will be one under and within the storm.

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.

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.

Event Horizon

I watch the line of your back as you wait for me, leaning against the door,

Knowing that I watch,

Seeing the inherent grace in your every feature,

So glad to be here, with you, from now until whenever,

Knowing that I, for a time, have Majesty in my arms,

Just watching you,

The line of your back, of your thighs,

The rhythm of your walk

All calling me in a voice I must answer,

Wanting all that this view promises

And so much more.

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.

Fundamental Things

You have given me visions,

dreams of fire,

and now my days are filled

with fragments of night,

the dreams of you,

driving me to distraction,

that send me to bed each night

to awake from reality

to the dream which is the thought of you.

the scent of you lingering in my atmosphere

rushing me headlong from daybreak,

seeking the moondawn

of your voice.

this prophecy of you has me undone,

licking my fingers to taste the

slightest touch of you,

my pulse racing

from this alone

as I hear your soul in each ray of light,

my Love bound by

this equation of you;

Visions of an angel that redefine

all fundamental things.

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.

Honey

you (taste)

touch me

like honey, warm and sweet

flowing calm, no rush to your beauty

or your amber majesty

just honey

like my thoughts of you

just sweet

like your voice

and if

this

is all we shall

be or have

then my fantasies of you

will be

just as sweet

and as warm

as my dreams

of your

kiss

and I’ll long for your touch

forever

like a forest longs for rain.

Spirituality: Shiva’s Supplication

I awoke this morning

From a dream which is the reality of you.

I have thought you across this Universe

With Gravity and stars like words;

I who destroy atmospheres, dissolve in Yours.

I wrap Myself in incense,

Burning this jasmine to draw You near to Me.

Though I have Power, though I am Power,

I am powerless against Your density.

This lust is systematic.

I am God, yet I worship You.

I kneel before You in ecstacy

Pulse racing as I raise My head

To give My supplications.

This is communion sweet;

Your honey-flesh is spiced with exoticness,

Sweeter than starlight,

Hotter than stars themselves.

I stand, free of all adornment

Feeling Your essence surround Me,

My face wet with Your first blessing.                      

I take You slowly from vertical.

Your temple welcoming Me,

Knowing I am praise-full for You,

Knowing I am ready to worship.

I float in Your mathematics,

At the dawn of understanding.

And as My wisdom deepens,

Your rhythm undoes me, pulls forth My                   

Prayers like magnetism

And You receive them like wine.                                                           

This lust is systematic.

Your knowledge is so fundamental,

So pure.

In the thousand years ‘til tomorrow,

I lose Myself in Your eyes, flashing

Above lips red and full,

Moist with secrets.

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.

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.