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

 

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.

 

The Lure of the Inevitable – Dedicated to my Muse

The Kiss - Rodin

The space changes.
The feelings swell and take on the shape of a cloud.
And like a cloud they stretch the seams and overwhelm.
They guide my day and rule my night
and as they grow they gain in power
and in purpose and in conviction.

Some things are just inevitable
cannot be thwarted
cannot be stopped
are immune to logic
and profoundly deaf
to pleas of reason.

It’s almost comical
How I struggle to rationalize these emotions
And to cloak them in the respectability of stand-ins for more acceptable thoughts
Not that the underlying history of pain exists in an unrelated realm
But that it stands on its own and heals in its own time
Existing…no, thriving.

Funny how some simple thoughts don’t make it to paper
Much more difficult than to tell you how you turn me on
And how I want to make non stop love with you for 24 hours straight
to f*** until our heads explode
And then again
And again.

I want to kiss every inch of you
and linger where my kisses bring you exquisite pleasure
savoring each moan evoked
by lips intent and eager
fulfill a promise made
let destiny unfold.