The Fourth of Anytime

Contemplating the fourth of anytime
in that empty room
somewhere between here and there
ready and waiting
as I am for you
hungering for your touch
longing to feel your body
pressing , molding to mine.


Keenly sensing your warmth
Your strength – innate power
Long known inner signposts
guide our lips , our fingers
skimming, probing,
caressing, demanding,
plunging, drowning
finding, losing.


Focusing, forgetting
Our world distilled as trembling sensation
Building, seeking the limits
Bursting through imaginary fences
Carrying us to new realms
Clinging, crying out
Destiny realized
In this lifetime.

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.

If It Happens in Cyberspace, Is it Real ???

If it Happens in Cyberspace, Is it Real ???

If you had asked ‘before’
Do you believe a deep connection
can be formed in cyberspace?
Feeling real and right and strong?

No – of course not
How could it be?
When all you have seen of your love is the most external shell
And that only with electronic assistance

Dig a little deeper
Past the bullshit layer
And through to the hidden well of the essential self
Casting off illusory vestiges

The happenings begun that winter
proved me wrong forever
I already knew the answer
But didn’t know what I knew

I didn’t have a clue
This  was all too new
to understand  it was true.
….I absorbed his totality

Unimpeded by banality of electronic gadgetry
Layers merging instantly to reveal
This entity who threatened my complacency
And shook my world entirely.

I retreated prematurely
I pretended immunity
to this man that I suspected
possessed potent irresistibility

And when heart caught up to head
It was too late by far
Too many miles, two different worlds
two special people off stage waiting.

But the end was the beginning
of this cyberspace adventure
Of this bipolar dream
Of ecstasy and despair

Hope and hopelessness
Plans made, plans discarded
Declarations whispered
Silences broken

Fantasies shared
Hearts and dreams shredded
And always
love and lust prevailing.

Jan 2014

 (c) the Spirit of the Goddess


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