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.

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.

  

Indian Summer

We ran like the clouds run,

Chasing our shadows across the skin of the world.

And we were gods again,

Lords of all this naturalness,

Racing to outrun the moon.

Time’s face smiled on us and these were ours-

Our days, our nights.

The whole world was these golden days

That stretched between the boundless blue sky

And the sweet liquor of our sweat

.

So we ran,

Ran until we were drunk inhaling Autumn’s promise,

Ran ‘til we passed Summer’s dreams.

And did we sing?

We sang until our throats were raw

And coated with ancestor’s dust.

We’d been granted a reprieve you see,

Surcease from dreams and duties,

A few short hours, here near midnight,

To dive again into piles of red and brown leaves                                     

And to bleed and cry again without consequence.

This was our second chance

And we grabbed it with both hands and ran,

Ran under the sun, ran under the moon

‘Til our hearts must break from the joy of running.

Because we already knew how short summer was,         

These days would be so much sweeter

For their brevity and undeservedness.

We were free again,

Like the leaves falling all around us,

Prisoners of days given unexpected furlough.

And did we drink, did we dance,

Did we love, did we live?

Yes, like they were new to the world.

But all things pass away

And we exist now in twilight

Where the years we spent,

Not for naught, but not for enough, now

Stand between us and Indian Summer

As both bridge and chasm.

Fool's Paradise

I lose myself in our midnight hours,                                                                                                  

Soul reveling in your atmosphere,

Refreshed in the sustenance of your smile.

Rebirthed in your rainshowers,

I hear the thunder contained in even

Our quiet moments,                                                                 

And the silence in our passion.                         

Kisses, sweet like April’s moon,

Are ours to imbibe

As these golden days pass,

Flowing all easy like Heaven’s afternoon.

It is in you, with you, that my mind rests,

My heart breathes

And the tension that defines my existence

Is unwound, however briefly.

Your voice drives me,

Filling me like the Light in your touch,

Warming my soul-garden.                                                                                

So, before I lose you to the years and miles,

Before your life from mine disappears,              

Let me just rest here awhile, basking,

In the fool’s paradise between earth and your smile.