Worship

 

I imagine you naked

a silhouette illumined by candles

Your man-tits tingling and erect 

for i have just sucked them~ 

Your hard cock slung 

under Your belly ~

You, standing before me now, 

are God Incarnate.

i am awed and humbled.

The spark of the Divine

ignites the power of Your heart.

       Your heart~ relentlessly pumping
       Your blood~ bringing Your mind to life 

drawing and sending your breath

giving form and intention to your beautiful shaft~

Your heart~ which loves and cries

                    aches and lusts
                  sings and laughs 

i want to pull open Your chest and grasp that beating gorgeous organ~

slide my cheek against it

hold it to my lips

i want to break open my body

draw out my own heart, and trade with You and make 

You a part of me~me a part of You...

yoni and lingam.  

aching for each other.

This is union.

the longing to merge, to join, 

to become one~

A reflection of our longing to return

to wholeness and to the Source.

This, our sex, our desire, our loving~ 

is the True Religion.  

Our beds, our blankets, the grass, 

wherever we stand, loving and lusting~ our Altar. 

And when you push Your cock into me, it is Your heart entering mine.

Melding with mine

The place. where all my blood pulses and gathers~

throbbing, pounding, hot and fast. 

Quickened by the same spark originating from the same source...

i am humbled before God. 

God embodied in You~ my lover,

even as I am the Goddess

                     the supernal mother

                    the primordial lover

                    the void

                   the velvet expanse of endless night upon which 

your spark illuminates and defines, creates and gives us life. 

Ignite with me.

Worship with me.

Murmuration

I know but cannot prove that something was exchanged...

something in the synaptic theater that lives behind or in spite of, my eyes.

something summarized as one perfect night imagined in bed sheets 

heavy with incense and sunshine, 

and the dampness that comes from filling my hands with my emptiness.

one perfect night of belonging. imagined bliss. eternity.

of knowing that you were born with the scent of me stored deep

inside your primal brain.

I recognize your fingers... I've felt the waves of potentiality rippling 

out from them, catching me in the spatial riptide and pulling me to you...

nearer in time, nearest in intent...

I can hear the hum of current that passes between us... 

every time your thoughts return to me, I am there waiting...

you think of others, but your thoughts return to me.

The song you have always sung is on my lips.

Some of our light is trapped under my sheet

Some of our light escapes and the way is lit,

waiting to snap into focus when the harmonics are just right.

I become quiet in the darkness of my bedroom, and open to feel you.

You are always right there with me.

I listen deeper and join with your breathing

I know but cannot prove that we are already together

The scent held in the folds of your neck,

pungent like sea roses

and of your breath, coming up from your belly core.

sweet and nutty, 

feels and breathes like soft dirt home,

where my shell broke open and all of me uncoils 

around us both like vines of wild grape and bittersweet

I know but cannot prove that we are part of a whole murmuration 

we move and weave

soar and dive, back and forth through the illusion of time.

I dreamed of us and we were. 

We are.

The dream is now a memory. and so it happened.

I know but I cannot prove it.

KLM ~ 

purpose

you say you are coming soon 

for 
 what is yours.

all of me.

prepare yourself.

slide your arms into a midnight shirt.

some dark and vivid shade of blue.

button it up from the bottom

maybe add a tie to let it take longer later.

to loop and anchor this floating feast.

step into those first moments when we start 

peeling back the layers

which glitter like the memory

of starlight swirled in the goblet of space

suspended forever.

as a forgotten hologram of us

discovered again

an intertwined treasure hurtling through the cosmos.

 I will lift that cloak of invisibility.

I will bring to life the shadow of love

as it presses my chest like a heavy glove.

like the lead bib in the dentist chair.

you will be my doctor

and I will exhale and breathe in 

again and again as you listen to my heart.

I will open wide

when you slide your fingers inside the corners of my lips.

deeply touching the walls of the ruins of my mouth,

where my breath, my words, my songs emerge.

where you will come to rest

and where you will feed me

all of you.

feed me all of you.

I prepare myself.

smoothing out the rough and uncertain patches

choosing a contrasting color

a shade of a shadow like no other

I bare my teeth my gums my tongue

I bare my breasts my belly

to you

you look

but you look much deeper.

I yearn to reveal my soul to you 

yet I fear my emptiness.

my only secret that everyone knows.

you too will see right through.

but this hollow shell is my gift to you.

that, 

and a handful of poems.

but you know what is valuable.

your pouring is

a reward to this goblet. 

this bowl.

this olla.

this chalice that I am.

let my purpose be 

to hold you.

to contain you.

all of you.