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. 

Babel

We built the tower

To hear the secrets of God.

Though, if asked, we couldn’t have said so.

Our land was silent dreams.

Just away from darkness, we traveled,

Following traces of sun like a flower.

And we were real, like steel or magic,

Stealing through twilight’s symphony,

Building stone stairs and rising on language wings.

We were thieves, standing in the shadows,

Measuring the darkled hours in heartbeats

While inside prayers crashed against the walls.

Never wanting a gift of what could be taken,

We hungered and skulked, seeking the power of rebellion.

All of our land was the spoken word.

Every stone minded, Life swirling in the dust.

From this we rose,

Seekers of horizons,

Never dreaming of the consequences of thought and mortar.

The Method of Tenacity (Bound by Dichotomous ?'s of U)

Conjecture: That there exists between like hearts and minds a species of emotional magnetism.

do u love?

do u miss?

do u remember the taste of my lips when we kissed?

do u want?

do u touch?

do u know that i miss u way too much?

do u know?

do u care, that i wake each night wanting u to be there?

do u love?

do u want?

do u long?

do u think of just me when u hear certain songs?

do u have?

do u hold?

do u know that i want u without being told?

do u love?

do u feel?

do u burn?

do u understand how much your touch makes me yearn?

do u kiss?

do u taste?

do u lick or do u bite?

do u hear my spirit calling through the stillness of the night?

do u need?

do u scream?

do u moan?

do u realize what will happen when i get you alone?

do u love?

do u hide?

do u reveal?

do u think this is temporary or think this is real?

do u try?

do u cry?

do u lie?

do u know what u want even if u don’t know why?

do u hunt?

do u chase?

do u comprehend the truth i learned from your smiling face?

do u love?

do u?

do u know how much i need the answer to the question of u?

do u love?

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.

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.

Thoughts of Madness

The darkened tunnels have been traveled,

And the castles are no more;

The riverbeds are dry and empty,

And the birds no longer soar;

The deep dark forest are all cut down,

And there’s a lock on every door.

The sky has been made clear and bright

And there is no sign of rain;

The machines of death have been laid to rest

And no one remembers the pain;

The world’s going right to Heaven or Hell

And the mad shall lead the sane.

The world has moved on, and on again,

As I move towards madness,

For this sphere of life holds for me no joy,

But neither is there sadness.

Epitaphs of a Fallen Man

I am

The lucent shadow,

Covering nothing in my darkness,

Warming nothing with my light;

I am

The mute jongleur,

Singing my song in no voice,

Covering my ears from my own silence;

I am

The anesthetic desire,

Filling empty hearts with naught,

Emptying soulward and dying in love;

I am

The unbelieving philosopher,

Shouting from the foot of card-towers of Babel

That there is no God and He exists in all things;

I am

The esoteric parasite,

Feeding eternally of my own materiel,

Never filling a need never named;

I am

Hammurabi abased,

Alexander conquered,

The legacy of Judas

And the uncertainty of Jesus.

I am the fallen man.

And here I rot, even worms must eat.

Evolutions (1)

I met him at the place

where the lines of force converge,

he was singing psalms to the moon.

And his voice was like snowfall by starlight,

silent except in the heart

of my dreams.

“this is my song,” he said, “the song of my days

and of the spaces within and between.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“Do you know yourself?” he replied, “are

you a man standing on the path, or are

you the path, or just a blade of grass

beside the path?”.

I didn’t understand but I listened.

“If a child speaks to god who answers?

If god speaks to a child, who listens?

You have come here, following

lines of force, but do you know

who made them?”

“I am a seeker of knowledge,” I replied.

He laughed and it was the sound

of sun’s fire, “but knowledge need

not be sought, it is everywhere

do you seek also the certain night

that follows the day?

Knowledge is the shadow cast by your life

across the sphere of existence,

as certain and as sure as nightfall.”

I thought for a moment as he waited for my reply,            

“I am hungry for life,” I said “and

seek a greater understanding of truth.”

This time his smile was like sun on ice

as he sat under the ash tree beside the path,

“truth is a wave that carries throughout existence.

it is both fundamental and relative.  it is true

that we met here, but did I meet you on your path

or did you meet me on mine?

This is the beginning of understanding.”