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.

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.

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: 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.

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.

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.

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.

Predation

(inhale)

stretch

You have entered my presence,

My territory,

Unsuspecting,

Unmindful that you were meant

To be my next repast.

I lick my teeth in anticipation

Of aliment, ravenous.

(exhale)

step

(inhale)

I taste you, your incense dancing in the wind,

As I glide,

Tiger by moonlight, hungry stalking

Everhunting everwanting you.                                       

stride

(exhale)

pursue

(inhale)

We move naturally,

Subaudible,

The choreography of hunter and prey.

You do not know that you are hunted,

Yet are no safer in your nescience.

crouch

(exhale)

Patience and I shall feed of your nectar

Taste your liquid kiss.

Muscles tensed, ready to spring,

To feed as you take the tension from me,

But I shall not rush.

stalk

(inhale)

shadow

(exhale)

I dance with you, slowly, to the clearing

Wherein our violent ballet shall conclude;

Destinies fulfilled as we slowly become one.

My need sated as I eat of you,

Feeding in ecstasy at your temple.

(inhale)

crouch

I move ever closer,

(exhale)

Almost embracing you with my teeth,

pounce

I become the breath on the back of your neck.

(bite)

Ahhh….

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.

Song of Rainy Days

I hold candlelight in my hand

as raindrops fall

like tears from Heaven

even they can’t quench this flame

(falling, falling)

there is a darkness all around

it falls from the sky

and from my naked soul

yet my ardor never wavers

(darkness, darkness)

this is my singular dream

the one that never fades

my song of rainy days

and icy breezes blowing

(passion, passion)

I hold candlelight against the night

and against the falling rain

and against the storm within

and my fire never wavers.

.

Maybe We’ll Be Sky There

It’s easy to remember our days together

(Beautiful like rain)

And hard to forget the nights in each others arms;

(Beautiful like moonlight)

Now that I spend watchful, wakeful nights

(Beautiful like my Muse)

Walking alone under the stars.

(Beautiful, just right)

I feel your smile in the clouds at sunset,

(Beautiful like the lakeshore)

Searching for a hint of your perfume in the breeze

(Where we so beautifully loved)

Longing for some sign from Heaven

(Beautiful like you and me)

To soothe our careless Love.

(Beautiful like blue lights at Christmas)

I’d give all my tomorrows

(On a beautiful winter’s night)

For just one tonight together;

(Beautiful like your sweet arms around me)

Remembering what we were,

(Beautiful like you my Heart)

Dreaming of what we could have been

(Beautiful like me my Love)

And hoping to be together in Heaven.

(Beautiful like you and me)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

And the Love we had and lost

Will just be a memory.

(Beautiful like a touch that’s beautifully brief)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

(Beautiful like you and me)

And this life will be a memory.

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.

Malediction

Here’s to the past,

Glass lifted to the forgotten moments,

All the few, precious mornings

Spent loved and loving,

Nourished by passion, fed by desire

And always soulhungry

For the repast promised in your eyes . . .

Here’s to the past,

Quaffing the waters of Lethe now

Instead of the ambrosia of you,

All the sweet, fleeting ‘noons

Spent loved and loving,

Learning the equations of taste and touch

While I studied the lessons of your heart

For the key to my own

And drank deep

Of the nectar of your smile . . .

Here’s to the past,

My toast in memory of summer breezes

Wafting on the far end of the corridors of time,

Still carrying your perfume,

All the deep purple eves

Spent loved and loving,

Smelling the jasmine in your hair,

Inhaling the mathematics of your femininity,

The scent, the halo, the sunset, the shadows

Filling my lungs, filling my lungs

With the incense of your being . . .

Here’s to the past,

Inebriated, seeking solace in the lavender wine

Of memory, respite in the bottom of the bottle,

From these dream-ghosts that haunt my soul,

All the dark midnight hours

Spent loved and loving,

Knowing the sweet taste of your embrace

And loving the knowledge,

Every thought your touch,

Every touch a dream,

Every dream a fantasy, fleeting and soulful

As my mind dripped with liquid revelries of you . . .

Here’s to the past;

The mornings before this forced fast,

My heart rumbling with pangs for you;

The noontimes before this drought

That dried all of my equations;

The evenings not polluted,

Not covered in the dust of distance;

The nights, oh the long, long nights                                             

Before all knowledge of you was taken,

Before all my soul was shaken,

Before I learned how dark my world is

 Without you in it.

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.

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.

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.

fin del año

“I had not known the sudden loneliness of having it vanish,the moon in the sky of dawn.”

                                                      -The Tale of Genji

This is the death of the year,

These last, precious days when

All my world is the silence of snow

And memories of you, slow as if covered by ice.

These are the last days of my recollections,

The final thoughts of late kisses and midnight dreams.

Every day, all hours, each second that passes

Burns you indelibly onto my soul

With a heat the ice of this world never cools,

Just this cognac shall never warm me

As fully or as completely as you.

These are the last hours,

Soon what I am shall be no more;

The substance of these words less than

The memory of a snowflake while

Nestled in the bosom of June.

I cherish the nights made nutritious by your smile

And I long to regain August while in the heart of winter.

Stretching each hour, always aware of the passing seconds,

I lick the face of my watch to taste the essence

Of the times we spent loving,

Of all the words between us,

Of every passion we ignited,

Every dream we gave birth to.

But this is the death of the year

Spring’s promises and summer’s heat

Gone just as surely as autumn’s leaves,

And your hand gone forever from mine.