Culture Clash

Trembling, tear stained
choking on doubts
afraid to sleep
demons lying in wait
taunting her for a fool
chiding her for every well earned tear
laughing at her delusions.

no kick ass bounce back dime a dozen old news with it graduate of the love ‘em and leave ‘em school of romance,
culture shock overtaking a late bloomer,
upright and ignorant,
acquiring new vocabulary,
emotions overwhelming inbred propriety, rational civility, well honed modesty

Misplaced passions escaping the iron bars of habitual morality;
stored and forgotten, left to ripen, savoring freedom,
generating their own brand of courage and strength
abandoning common wisdom for the uncommon illogical magnetic pull
of forbidden love in faraway places,

Desire fueled by desire, emotion trumping reality, surreal,
the stuff of mid day soaps, bosom baring paperback novels
and Shakespearean tragedy.

(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva

2014

 

Reflection

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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

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

 

You

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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

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