Lovers in Lotus

His voice of thunder echoes in my brain

My world spins upon his axis, vital

I cannot sleep for the drenching sounds of rain

I cannot sleep through my emotions tidal

My body craves his body’s craving touch

Tilting toward his inclinations, viral

My lips desire his lips’ desirous brush

We wrap ourselves into the sacred spiral

He pours into me ‘til I can’t fit inside

Until my soul spills forth from me, unbidden

Until the leak of our two souls collide

Until I show my higher self, unhidden

His voice of thunder echoes in my brain

I cannot sleep for the drenching sounds of rain

Bellam

Oh, your invasion enthralls me!

touch and breath and weight

And your lips, how they drip!

sweet honey to my taste

Your fingertips thrum

teasing notes off my skin

Oh, your invasion enthralls me

from without and from within

First Taste

underneath a darkling sky

littered with a thousand stars

we belong to the world

and the world is ours

what lay behind us

what may become

pales in the light

of this moment's sun

in this shining present

yet, nothing exists

except you and me

and, between us, a kiss

Wit & Will

One like unto the other

Our wits incline

In cerebral ecstasy

A heady wine

He is a blessing

Often missed in the counting

But he knows my knowing eyes miss nothing

And flow love as from a fountain

I, angel-goddess

Long since fell from glowing throne

But I know his knowing eyes miss nothing

And he’ll lift me to where I belong

One like unto the other

Our wills concede

In a deliberate dance

Of passion and need

White Satin

Outlined on this white satin page

Letter-portraits of words I can’t say

Not the still-life of oil and canvas

Nor stacked notes on a flowing grand staff

But as though light has been filtered through time

A moment paused and replayed in my mind

And I find myself, as my words find meaning

As I find my pen to weak outline yet clinging

Undone

undone

like seconds in time, unraveled
at my fingertips
unthreading my bones
for you

are the earth beneath me

and sand in my toes
and nothing says
“forever”

like a kiss that lingers
soft

on my mouth and tongue
I come undone

Edge of the Sea

I would break my teeth on the edge of the sea

to see the pearls they might become

I would break my heart on your ivory chess set

if to show you I've not yet found home

I would spit fear against torrent winds

I would drown in a desert

counting seconds like the hourglass

my lungs filled with sand

But for you, oh! For you

that I might feel your touch

I would set my own skin aflame

tread 10,000 miles across shattered dreams & glass

to hear you speak my name

I would break my own teeth on the edge of the sea

if for pain, I might know real beauty

Strange Dichotomy

We are hearth and fire, earth and stone

We are sea and shore, he and I

Together as ever, as ever alone

We are toil and harvest, sow and reap

We are hunger and plenty, he and I

We ruin together, together we keep

He presses himself into me

We meet in strange dichotomy

A wicked and fierce biology

I open and welcome him into me

We are birth and living, life and death

We are beginning and end, he and I

Forever breathless, ceaseless breath

We are hearth and fire, earth and stone

Hunger and plenty, beginning and end

We are sea and shore, he and I

Together as ever,  as ever alone

Salt of the Earth

I smell of salt, sweat and earth

dark from the sun's warmth, the day's work

breeze, blossom and tender shoot

mud-caked nailbed, blackened foot

Twitter and chirp, rustle and crow;

the song that plays as I work each row

churned up black, wet and living

I'll keep working, she'll keep giving

some days, I want to just sink in that loam

realize her peace; make her my home

But not just yet, for the sun is high

and there's work to be finished before I can die

Rise Up

Rise up like the tide to break on my sands

deluged in your envied caress

Fingertip whitecaps, your tormenting hands

soft loam, my wakening breast

You ebb from me as sea from shore

thus touching, ever dragged from me

and bound I am to do naught more

desire; most cherished agony

Remittance

I am weak for you with ageless yearning

And a balance of love I cannot contain

I will sing to you ‘til my heart stops burning

Then whisper forever your softest refrain

I’m beholden to you for holding a mirror

And showing my Self through gentle coercion

And I owe unto you the debt of my fear

I will pay you forever by coin of exertion

Puddle

In a puddle of emotion

I came upon a river

that flowed like godly nectar

and sang like summer rain

and tripping on the music

I learnt its native language

I sang the words it echoed

and hummed its sweet refrain

"Are you out there?

Can you hear me?

Do you know me?

Do you care?

Come and listen to my music

Come sing the song I'm singing

I'll take you back to Eden

as I'm following you there"

In a fleeting realization

I knew my own reflection

it blossomed like a lotus

and beamed like Sister Moon

and, dancing in the stardust

the angels listened closely

to the puddle of emotion

that I spilt inside my room

Prism

I can't help the way I love you

without pain or fear or weight

how I'm liberated by your words

or how you reciprocate

I can't help the unbearable lightness of

the fount of my devotion

or the evanescent mists that rise

in tendrils of emotion

I can't help that your love is refracted light

that fills my paradigm

or that I'm the prism through which you pass

which allows us both to shine

I can’t help the way I love you

I can’t help the way we’re matched

and I bless the entanglement of our lives

and our hearts will be ever attached

Priestess-Possession

In the soft hush of dawn

I feel the warmth of his breath

half-waking dreams counter clarity

his pale, porcelain hand to my creamy soft breast

legs tangled in dulcet familiarity

My spine to his chest          

I count the rhythm of his heart

idly wondering which beats I can claim

knowing just one, if, to me, he’d impart

would stoke my love’s tended flame

In the soft hush of dawn

I know the depth of his soul

through the gate of his guarded emotion

By rite of my trials, I am safe in his fold

I am priestess in his devotion

My spine to his chest

I am the weight of his words

and he is my place of confession

my love strung to his with inviolable cords

He is mine, and I am his possession

Outside Me

I feel a tight knot of energy
beat against sound
a light I can't see
these hopes are unreal
and things I can't feel
like liquid on paper
dive into the real
Inside my eyes
inside of my mind
bleeding me dry---bleeding me dry
acid within me 
is making me cry
desperate and weary and making me cry
I can't see inside
can't be inside
beat down my door
and beat down my pride
lightening outside
outside me

Invisible

If the world should cease to see me

He would see me still

Fortune or tribulation befell me

He would keep me for good or for ill

He reminds me worth of form and thought

When I most fail to recognize

And if shrouded against the eyes of the gods

I remain a vision to his eyes

I Rest in the Pale Beauty

I rest in the pale beauty of his hold

He is the keeper of my immortal soul

I live in the sweet splendor of his kiss

He is the giver of my eternal bliss

I submit at his subtlest stroke

His hand seems ever on my delicate yoke

Yet he would selflessly see me freed

While ever unknowingly meeting my need

And he would boundlessly guide my hand

Until he were certain I could stand

Fear

Wave-tossed and broken, an empty husk

Dying to be his perfection

Sodden and rotten, I wait on the cusp

Of his absolute rejection

Deified

If I deny My hunger

shall I then be purified?

If You do not know Me fully

will you grok Me when I’ve died?

Shall I sacrifice Myself

upon the altar of Your kiss

clothe My body in Your longing

hear My calling in Your bliss?

Shall I revel in Your ecstasy

Your agony infernally?

If Thou art god

and I am god,

then, We are god

Eternally

Comfort

The comfort of his hand in mine

our backs upon the gates of hell

shared faults and fears betwixt us twine

laced fingers that we know so well

The purity of his capturing arms

about my waist; embraced in sleep

within them, I could not know harm

anchored safe unto his harbor deep

His whispered words, a gift-illusion

his confession’s weight, a blessed heft

his fervent caress, a craved intrusion

my heart in his sway, a coveted theft

Captive

I submit, prone and prostrate at his feet

Captive to my Lord’s will, his blood-heat

My guilt, my shame, his gilt and guarded treasure

His ire, his wrath, my secret fostered pleasure

senses forfeit, I cleave to silken chains

beneath his brutal and exquisite reign

with faultless splendor our deep desires collide

He keeps his realm within me, and I abide

Blessed Hands

I ache to feel his blessed hands upon me

as he worships pulse and pallor, curve and line

to know a tendril of his heart is wrapped around me

to entangle in my temple, taste my wine

He’ll tease my lips with tongues of white-hot flame

coax open my petals to offer his libation

He’ll cry out in ecstasy his Goddess’ name

and wake entwined in my love; his salvation

Asylum

All that I am, for him, and more

all I might ever become

virginal goddess or Queen of Whores

my very soul under his thumb

To offer myself on his altar

I would forfeit the life I have known

that his judgments would be my asylum

and his nature become my home

Aria

His fingers play upon me as on strings

tempting immaculate melodies from my throat

His lyrics issue like untested springs

ferrying my heart unto each quaking note

Will he never recognize his art in me,

or know my soul is fastened to his song?

without his playing, I will cease to be

without his design, I do not belong