She pours her tranquil gentle magic in to my body Renews me with her
honesty. Held in the night by silhouettes of the days past.
As darkness squeezes its hold So does the gentle moon with all her
strength, sweetly shine The darker the dark, the brighter her
beacon Never leaving me alone.
Poised and dignified, silent and sure Warm and swollen with compassion
for me. I am held by her courage. And I learn from her humbleness as
each and every day unfolds.
July 09
Spring
Innocent and flirtatious spring Dancing and flitting around and around
in spirals and circles. Lustful and sexual spring With her quickening
shallow breath Her palpitating irregular heartbeat Her damp moist
rhythm. Wanting anticipating and needing a wholesome union Like the tide
penetrating the land Then withdrawing, only to penetrate more fully
again. Until her pulsating womb is all consumed. And her spirit is set
free. Fertile spring with her nesting hands And her soft belly nurturing
her souls produce. Her budding and popping Like breasts and nipples and
clitorises Stroked and kissed and licked with delicate and precise
accuracy. Her flowering and deflowering All in one swift poignant
cycle. Old aged sleepy spring Fading into forever
summer Complete. Spring and her offspring ever the Mother, the
Goddess I am born unto you, a free spirit evermore.
A beautiful hour
As I leave the house the church bells ring out Surging my spirit upwards
to the contempary blue Happy as a skylark.
A warm sunshiney morning. The wild poppies accompany me along my dog
walk.
I never knew the wind, the trees, the grass and the birds Could all
engage in such a magnificent conversation. The tall grass with its smoked
lavender seeds And meadow green stems whispering me down to the
Ropewalk.
And still the old salty barges sleeping. And still the patchwork colts
are grazing. And I feel the simple life stroke my face For a while, with
her gentle finger at least.
At home whilst the babies are cooing We make summer love in the
garden And the June church bells ring out. A beautiful hour has
passed.
June 2004
The Seductress
Sleepy moon Silent powers you hold Defined, bold, ageless. Her
gold crescent from tip to bow Curving and caressing me. I pull you
towards my lips Kiss Sensuous, soft Eyes open. Back in the sky you
stare Sensuous, soft the memory The moon and I in prayer
Home
