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

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.

Giving In To The Illogical

And so I have discovered…

You can’t reason away feelings

and mathematics are useless.

The geography of the heart

holds surprises for an intrepid traveler

And that is why after 1000 days

I’m stuck in the same groove.

Held here by an invisible Force

laughing behind his invincible shield.

I’m reminded of a simple childhood toy

It looks harmless and innocent enough

Just insert your fingers and try to escape

The binds tighten: you are held fast.

I could fill a dozen blank pages

with a parade of reasons

that would make the average person pause

and exclaim why this can’t be real.

But no more than I myself did wonder

At last to acknowledge this immovable force

now ensconced in my life, in my soul, in my heart

do welcome and embrace what must be inevitable.

Written by The Spirit of The Goddess Minerva

October 2013

I’ll Have a Warm Sweater

I’ll Have a Warm Sweater 

you’ll know where to find me
I’ll be the one studying the shapes of the stones that line the dirt at the side of the road
I’ll be frowning
I’ll have a warm sweater to combat the chill coming from inside
shreds of sodden tissue spilling from the stretched out pockets
you know what I’ll be seeking
I’ll be desperately trying to regain meaning
lost without my shadow friend
going through the motions
leaden arms, sightless eyes, frozen heart
you won’t be able to see me
I have become invisible
trying to find myself
without you there is no me
suspended in time unloved, unfeeling, unmissed