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.  

Integration by Parts

I would whisper all of my secrets in your ears, were they close enough,

Tell you of my dreams, my desires, my failures;

No secrets, not between us, not any more.

Your hand in mine, my voice strong in your ear

As I tell you all of my plans for us

All of my desire for you,

Pouring my collected soul into your heart,

knowing that it is well received. 

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.

Tasting Memories

Shadows of what we were- when we were-

Even now cloud what I am what I do

As I step away from you-and-I-as-one;

The equation that has been my reality

Since we were formed from dust together.

And even though ashes are all that’s left

Of the fire that once burned between us,

I still think about us,

I still think about you;

About you in my arms

About the rain in your hair

About the tears in my eyes

About what we used to be together,

Tasting memories that are sweeter than the truth.

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.

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.

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.

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.