The Infinite Nature of Longing



The longing had no focus

Arms reaching for shadows – dodging, morphing, fading…..gone.

Then you reached out and touched me with gentle words and images

And shaped my dreams with your strength of mind and heart.


Thus began a shadow dance of another dimension

Absent the sweat and excess baggage of the everyday.

Serving to stir unimaginable desire

To provoke, to surprise, and always to delight.


We can not pledge our earthly forever

But every moment I breathe and all that came before

and all that will swim in the eternal sea of time is woven into my soul

With your love and fire and sweetness…for always.


November 9, 2014

(c) The Spirit of the Goddess

Love – The Inadequacies of a Word




a totally inadequate word

for this passion that rages;

outpacing each obstacle

tossed in its path


for the unimaginable depths of feeling

welling up unbidden

overcoming guarded habits

of a lifetime.


for the fierce unwillingness to bow to reason

rendering demographics meaningless

by overriding time and space

to meet in another dimension.


longing to be free of the earthly pull

to tear off restraints –

overwhelmed by the sheer joy

that lifts my spirit to the heavens


yearning for moments yet to come

to touch your lips, to gaze into your eyes

to feel your breath warm my cheek

Our hearts beat in perfect unison.




Since our first hellos, eager yet tentative,

through the dizzying events of recent months,

we have navigated our paths;

so far apart yet so close

and always hoping for more.


The caring deepened; the fire burned low.

Frustrations sometimes led to words and actions

regretted, eventually repaired.

The attachment, ever stronger. 

drawing us back. 


Each day I feel a little closer 

and want you just that much more.

Oh how I ache for your touch

and your reality in front of me;

to be alone and together.


I lust for your body pressing hard against mine.

I want to taste you, to tease you with my eager tongue

and thrill to your response 

as you grow and throb between my lips.

I want to memorize the feel of you 

as you enter my body for the first time

I want to make you quiver with desire 

and as your passion builds and peaks

I want to hear you call my name 

and  hold me like you’ll never let me go



© May 2014

The Spirit of the Goddess

Bottle It

Fall Road b and w



How can I describe

my conflicted heart?

Where are the words of this love?

Where does that divide occur between

the acceptable and the taboo?

Even if I conjured up the magic formula today

would it work its charms tomorrow?

And even if the answers existed

for each dilemma, every riddle

would it be enough?


The panic monster lurks

observing the refuse of failed promises,

feeding on feelings still present

ill-defined, turbulent,

defiant and strong 

Contrary to  intent

the longing doesn’t stop.

grows fierce in its intensity

needing its own elixir

demanding resolution.


(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva