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


magical sky_edited-1


You are the sum of my dreams
and the essence of my longings.
I crave your touch.
You are my fantasy lover.
You are the energy that lifts me to play amongst the clouds
in search of the sun’s pathways.

You are my refuge from the panic monster
a touchstone bringing calm and clarity
a source of strength and love
a reminder that a constant exists
that caring and kindness do not cease
because time and space intervene.

Miles cannot defeat
this life affirming evidence
that connections persist and bonds strengthen
if we open our minds to possibility
and our hearts to kindness
and breathe in the wonder .

© the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva

A Word or Two About Love

Can you define love in a word or two???




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 on another plane.


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.

Someone Else’s Drummer

Someone Else’s Drummer

I saw my shrink today
and pronounced myself cured
I came home tonight
understanding what that meant

Cured of trying to REASON you out of my thoughts
Cured of believing I’ll ever stop caring
Cured of the hope – even the dream
That someday we’ll find a way

Gone is the hope
But not the yearning
My dream has faded
while desire grows and need persists

And so the struggle continues,
once more behind a mocking mask
projecting rational thoughts,
trying to fool the world.

How many of us
live our lives pretending,
marching to the beat
of someone else’s drummer?


You are my favorite fantasy
And I am yours
You are my go to when curtains descend on my landscape
Blocking the sun,
transforming my Technicolor world
dulling its glowing surfaces.

No reminder needed,
your face as familiar to me as my own
offers its own illumination
lighting the way
to the dimmest corners of my soul,
restoring the luster to my tarnished heart.