A Word or Two About Love

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

 

…..love….

 

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.

When I Close My Eyes

A thousand times or more I have closed my eyes
and felt your lips on mine
softly brushing, parting, tasting
probing, merging.

A thousand times or more I have lifted my arms
to encircle and embrace your welcoming body
and thrilled to your gentle caresses
stroking, kneading, exploring, finding.

A thousand times or more I have taken you into my mouth
and made exquisite love to you
with lips and tongue –
sucking, tasting, savoring.

A thousand times or more I have opened to your
hard and forceful thrust
bordering on ecstasy with each movement
striving, surrendering,  flying.

Wanting every inch of you
Dying to ride you into oblivion
to feel you fill me completely
while we soar to heights unimagined.

(c) 2014 The Spirit of the Goddess

Moon Madness circa 2014

Pulling back tonight.
Put in the frame of universal truth
and relative influence of you and me
and the full moon promising to wow us all
only a spin away.

 
The moon will coax the tides at the least
and if you ask the triage nurse at the General downtown
you’ll hear wild tales of lunar provocation.

Super Moon - March 19 2011 Moments later the cloud

 
 

Is this moon madness of a sort? 
Surely the ebb and flow,
the constancy,
the drama reflected from this whirlpool
defy casual comparison with lesser icons.

 

What twisted star will confess
to trickery or cruel taunting
to have led you to me?
Which daughter of Zeus is laughing to see the wreckage of her joke?

The path we’ve walked is strewn
with the debris of thwarted hopes,
unanswered questions,
scorched sensibilities.
Distilling and sorting
tossing and keeping 
thoughts and words and feelings.

 

The woman,vulnerable, numb, suspended in time
stuck in a corner waiting for rediscovery,
Reawakened
jarring reminder  she was alive
 freshly aware of sexuality tightly wrapped
unfurling and open  to her suitor’s ardent overtures
responding to his promised masculinity in a way unpredicted by either.

 

The genie is out of the bottle 
whispering in their ears of forbidden delights
best kept corked.
Effervescence threatens to overflow
to drown them both
if passions recognized but not realized
are turned loose toward their goal.

 

Ambivalence prevails  thwarting the magnet’s pull 
artificial distractions offer temporary respite from planned action.
To their respective corners awaiting a signal never identified
yet known with primitive feelers
testing the waters tilling the earth
wound too tight …waiting.

 

Acting out
out of the box-looking for signs 
hanging on tight, clinging to past paradigms.
Would welcome the innocent shove of a grinning gremlin
nodding and knowing and waiting.

 

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?

Fantasy

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.