There is
a ripeness
pending.
It stares at
me in the face,
unblinking,
like an animal
ready to pounce.
It drinks in
my psyche,
my blood
pumping
in its wild, tender veins.
It soaks up
the vitality
clamoring
within me, like
a tornado
about to break force,
winds gathering
tightly under moonlight
a cosmic dam about
to burst.
It is a spell
cast into wilderness,
pristine and untouched,
yet longing for fulfillment
an undoing
of the senses
a subconscious unraveling
that journeys into
unknown vistas
with no map
Perhaps the
only real guidance
is each fine-tuned
sensibility in turn:
Eyes taking in the colors
within pulsing electricity
as they merge
and re-separate
into distinct tinctures
of luminosity
Ears welcoming
the instruments
of our bodies
as they writhe in tune
with acoustic passion,
hearing the cries of
wolf and owl whispers
of trees deeply
reverberating into nightfall
Smell, to inhale
the muskiness of earth
the salt of sea
the crisp dusk of fire
and your pinelit, animal scent
familiar yet far
tracing me to you
like predator to prey
in magnetic vortex
Touch,
to hold the
strands of my being
in place, steadied
by mahogany and silk
soft and solid at once
as the rhythms of storm
rock the house
And then:
Taste
to lusciously peel back
the layers of
our essence
letting them brew
in their own juices
as they gather
upon the tongue
in an effulgent stream:
sweet merging with salt
pleasantly sour and piquant
with understanding
whetting appetites
in a sumptuous feast
of enlightenment
that only shows us how,
in both primitive and
ethereal awareness,
we had known this
was going
to happen
all our
lives
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
There is
a ripeness
pending.
It stares at
me in the face,
unblinking,
like an animal
ready to pounce.
It drinks in
my psyche,
my blood
pumping
in its wild, tender veins.
It soaks up
the vitality
clamoring
within me, like
a tornado
about to break force,
winds gathering
tightly under moonlight
a cosmic dam about
to burst.
It is a spell
cast into wilderness,
pristine and untouched,
yet longing for fulfillment
an undoing
of the senses
a subconscious unraveling
that journeys into
unknown vistas
with no map
Perhaps the
only real guidance
is each fine-tuned
sensibility in turn:
Eyes taking in the colors
within pulsing electricity
as they merge
and re-separate
into distinct tinctures
of luminosity
Ears welcoming
the instruments
of our bodies
as they writhe in tune
with acoustic passion,
hearing the cries of
wolf and owl whispers
of trees deeply
reverberating into nightfall
Smell, to inhale
the muskiness of earth
the salt of sea
the crisp dusk of fire
and your pinelit, animal scent
familiar yet far
tracing me to you
like predator to prey
in magnetic vortex
Touch,
to hold the
strands of my being
in place, steadied
by mahogany and silk
soft and solid at once
as the rhythms of storm
rock the house
And then:
Taste
to lusciously peel back
the layers of
our essence
letting them brew
in their own juices
as they gather
upon the tongue
in an effulgent stream:
sweet merging with salt
pleasantly sour and piquant
with understanding
whetting appetites
in a sumptuous feast
of enlightenment
that only shows us how,
in both primitive and
ethereal awareness,
we had known this
was going
to happen
all our
lives
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YEyuRlSieg
Fever Ray...this piece hit it for me while writing, as well as:
Wardruna - IwaR (Vikings VS King Ecbert)
Powerful stuff. ;)
