The Kiss

Kiss, soft on my lips, passionate breath!
Tongue circling, dipping and darting about;
You explore my moistness, exciting my
Clit with your obvious lust.

Sliding your tongue along my outer lips
As if it were my labia, my nipples tingle.

Our tongues probe inside each other,
Sensing heat rise.
You suck on mine then plunge yours
Fully into the pink womb of my
Mouth, like a huge orchid stamen,

Reaching for the warmth of the sun.

My fleshy petals swell and turn pink.

Eagle Wings

You came to me in daylight vision;
I needed courage, and you showed me -

Powerful wings, covered, protected,
Urging me upwards, new journeys ahead.

Above clouds you fly, soaring,
Riding the thermals.

Great Spirit, You see afar from the eye of the storm.

Ancient of days yet modern;
Eternal Love, spanning time.

My heart listens now for your wings,
Impatiently.

I long to fly higher, over mountains
And valleys with You.

The trees whisper to me of Your greatness
And clap their hands.

Dear Victorious Spirit; I hear You call.

I see Your beauty

I see Your beauty
In the moon's face,
The sunrise and set.

I see Your beauty
In the stars
The vast ocean, and waves.

I see Your beauty
In butterfly wings,
Puppydog tails and smiles.

I see Your beauty
In the mountains,
The deep woods and trails.

I see Your beauty
In flower petals
In buds and fullness of bloom

I see Your beauty
In the seasons
Ever changing their colours
Springtime through to Winter.

Walking On Sand

I like the feeling
I get when I walk on sand;
Wet or dry.

It's the soft, moulding texture,
Wrapping around my feet;
Falling through my toes.

Sun-blazing, toe-spreading, hazy days! -
I love them!

Foreign Exchange

You lie silently now, a man worlds apart from me.
Earlier rushing, work-fuelled to make money;
Your blood pressure soars skyward with your
Empire.

And I sensuous, sexy, yet less focused today,
A lady selling her time for a gift,
Realise my tenderness, magnified against the
Strength of your hard cock.

We speak a different language,
The common currency of sex between us.
Our energies cross at intervals
Pulsating charges penetrate the gulf,
Synapses spit the silence of divide,
Passionately.

Afterwards, your lust spent, but not my love,
You leave to make your millions.
I hear you -
But you will never hear the feelings of my heart.

You do not share the same emotions.
I admire your simplicity,
But I ache for your hardness.

Soul Longing

My soul longs for some primal source
To be a child again on swings,
Playing happily, freely under trees.
To watch beetles on leaves,
Turning one belly-up and seeing it wriggle.

Crouching down I study the ants,
Carrying their heavy load -
My burden only fun-gazing, and
Wonderment.

Submerging my hand under a cold tap
I feel the call of the sea.
Salt runs through the arteries of
My body too.
I hear the distant call of gulls
And breaking, shaping waves.

The Lichen Fountain

These awful doubts.

Why, O why can't I just believe,
Accept its all true and blindly follow the path?

Questions arise,
Like strained spurts from a blocked fountain,
Trying to burst through layers of mossy overgrowth.

Tangled thoughts.
Preacher's words and patriarchy, God, or Goddess?
Something feels obscured, some
Intuitive light.
Dual forces play tug of war for my soul.

One day my fountain will
Be crystal clear, forceful
And sparkle in both sun and moonlight.
And I will drink deeply from the healing spring.

"Me Me"

Today I caught a glimpse of me -
Of the real me,
Of "Me Me".

No "oughta's" and "shoulda's".
No "did I make five portions of fruit and veg today?" thoughts.

I saw the spark again.
Tiny spirit, gentle, curious, eager to surface.
A well deep and dark, an infinite source
Of creativity, love and passion.