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.




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