#consummation
whenever she's suspended
affixed
at the apex
of my mind'e eye,
she commands my attention
every breath
of hers
is the wind
tempests of life
unfurling
from her tender lips
'pon which
I run
a steady finger
tracing the grooves
of her supple
flesh
as she whispers
my name
her tongue flickers
tasting
the salt of my skin
fresh from the sea
where we first made love
where I carried her
from shore
to fresh water
to be cleansed
by healing waters
and leave the sea's poison
to the creatures
of the deep
the drunkards
of deepest sin
though time has passed
decades now, since then
I can still feel her
straddling my face
beneath
the running waters
silent
save her breaths
long & satisfied
every exhale
was purposeful
and where she lay
I remember
her legs
poised,
inviting
her expression, yearning
the world had passed away
gone, in the midst
of our rapture
and who
could have stopped us
anyway
I remember
my pride vanished
as hours
in my imagination
became minutes
in reality
I had never known
I could be
so weak
spent
how she took everything
I had to give
how she gave me
everything
I ever wanted
how no woman
has ever
given me one moment
as breathless
as a day spent
in love
from the pool
to the beach
to the shower
how no other woman
could trap me
in one room
for decades
and leave me there, waiting
with
no
regrets...
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
~
*Jara sang undaunted,
Fet-Mats, turned to stone, dug deep,
—as if a silent prayer in Latin,
—as if the sacredness of wedding vows,
—demonstrative
as a water lily.
There's a perpetually simple elegance
to what water fallen words
kept in a tinderbox stir,
—bless the soft spoken
and the loud cry.
—bless the dead poet
and the buried miner.
—bless the nouns and verbs
of a crescent bride
about to receive her husband
inside of her.*
~
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Your core,
this folding door,
guarded by the sentry
of your knees,
the iron vice
of your thighs,
allow me, please,
this much:
one kiss,
one stroke,
one persuasion,
that you might
this night, my darling,
find it in your heart to
open to me.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
*Lovers peaking naked
Late spring speaks in paradise
Apple tree blossoms*
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
She made me cup my hands, softly
over her heaving full ******* a gesture,
a tender moment when she received
the first intimations of her motherhood,
we were awaiting, this moment, any time
she never had known a tenderness like this.
Just then I heard the billowing black clouds
loudly blowing their auspicious conch shells *
announcing arrival of good tidings
impatient clouds, at that time burst out
in torrential rains, cooling the heart of nature and us.
the seed I planted in her, fecund earth, lying in wait
with her life blood and hopes
she too was lovingly watering it,
only a mother knows how to do it the best,
the water flowed through two streams
the milky way and the holy Ganga river
fiery star dreams and watery abundance
the mother's wish embrace ice and fire
in measures varying according to emotions.
Lifted my eyes to hers which were flooding
in a happiness, words find difficult to express,
like tender vines her hands circled my trunk,
we, man and wife who sowed our seeds
together in self oblivion are on immortality's steps!
wind, water, earth, fire and space, from you comes
our descendants, with eager eyes and singing voice!
This union, is a ritual divine, what hymns of Vedas
extol as fire sacrifice, to transcend the limits time set for us.
Now she is the enchantress,moon coming out of clouds,
we merge in a passionate kiss, our boat moves in to the
cosmic stream, a flow eternal,without beginning or end.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
If only I could grasp what I've always been trying to get a hold of.
Again, letting sand slip through my fingers,
laying back to float on the daunting shadows
coasted on the river
riding the rapids once again
watching days turn to years
the sun into the moon
until
swept from below - as the tale always goes
a man in the dark, looming
the land and skies afrow
asking where the wicked set their sow
we all know
its the river below
which flows unto eternal sound
Vibration at its highest currency
collision
You've heard its painless to drown
no need to worry, or make a sound
let it all come down
all can't be found
until light is shed in dark places
when sacrifice begins succumation
the need for precipitation
perpetuation
to wash my red hands clean
dawn the new moon, I'm ready for the next
this time to remember the paths I've taken
together
for this single moment of existence
a chance again to be divine
to escape the eternal river below
so i no longer have to live and let go
love, hate, feel, and grow
if only i could know
the third seed my body shall sprout,
which's vine i will climb
to the eternal valley
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC