Touching the inner curve of your thigh
With the breath of my sigh,
Swimming through waves of long, hot hair
Daring me to stare
Deep into those crystal blue oceans
That surround the center of your eyes—
Making me realize—
I have been baptized in the light that you shine!
Oh Goddess, won’t you drink some wine?
We can bend hours into the shape of our desire
And unravel the heaviness that we bear,
Or should I beware?
I cannot deny the way you move—
Swaying and twirling to a salacious groove,
Moving my mind through rollercoaster moods
That keep knocking on my heart.
Is this love or is this art?
Roses bloom from sea foam dunes while
Time reveals your fateful wounds
And the harvest moon wonders when to start. . .
Wonders if in slumber is the solace that you seek,
The wetness which you weep sends passerby
Sailors swooning down into the Deep—
Spooning the powerful undertow of your mind—
And below listening dolphins perpetuate
The Divine inside your being,
Provoking a wanderlust feeling
That you don’t want to hide.
Like a wildwood flower waving for me
Rooted in a half-shell bed,
I wonder if these thoughts that I’m believing
Are from your very own head—
Coming in with the tides,
Riding across glistening waves,
Dripping down from the heavens into
Sacred
Patterned
Ways.
