Making love like the first time

At the first touch

The heat radiates from you

like sun

burning my finger tips

like bare feet

on scorched sand.

To parch the thirst or hunger

that slowly grows

like a straighening plant that reaches for light

my tongue explores

the nooks and crannies like a snake

seeking shade

in the rock

until the very soil of your body heaves up

and gives up its deep buried moistness

like honey oozing through cracks

in the surface.

And like wild beasts at a cooling oasis

I lap up the sweetness

and kiss the dark recesses from where it’s flowing

into my waiting opened lips

And roll it in my mouth like thick caramel

enclosed in chocolate.

And when I enter you

it’s like diving into an ice cold lake

and we both gasp

and brace against the shock

opening both our eyes to see.

I am blinded by the brilliance

of your hot white soul

which surrounds me like spirit

And swallows my whole being

into your vast depths

And love itself will take me down

to your very foundation

and lead me back into this world.

And as I reach the very precipice of here

I turn to catch that last glimpse

of your disappearing shadow

Oh ecstasy that shoots into you

and recoils my body into your bed

And leaves us like twin infants entwined

and sleeping on the ground.

Oh love, be with me tonight!

Love song for my wife

You remove the hand that’s on your shoulder.

 

“I’m doing taxes, can’t you see?”

 

You slip through my hug like water.

 

“It hurts my neck,” you say.

 

You evade the kiss that’s for your lips

 

And turn your cheek to receive it.

 

And shall I come to bed with you tonight?

 

“Oh, no.  Your snore won’t let me sleep.”

 

But when it’s cold, you insist I wear a hat.

 

In Winter: “The wind is blowing.  Wear a sweater.”

 

In Summer: “Make sure you wear a hat against the sun.”

 

Make sure you eat enough and drink your water.

 

Did you take your pill tonight?

 

And does your phone need charging?

 

I could sink almost beneath the weight of your concern.

 

And, when I sicken and lie dying

 

Why then perhaps you’ll take me in your arms

 

And hold me as you did when we were young.

 

A tear perhaps will drop upon my face

 

And I will look up to suck the love like moisture in a dry season.

 

And then perhaps your face leans low

 

Your lips brush against my own

 

And in a whisper none can hear but me, you say,

 

“You know I’ve always loved you.”

 

And with my dying breath, I’ll answer low

 

The mumbled words of my own.

 

And as you lean still closer to my mouth,

 

I’ll let my spirit out and you can clutch my body

 

And make it yours.

Missing you

Without you I am adrift in the ocean

The giant waves looming over me like mountains

The cold seeping through my veins to pierce me like an arrow. 

Without you I would not think of the sparkling snow

In the dark winter outside the window

Sending little shards of light towards my eye, in the glare of the stars. 

Without you I would seek my sleep

In the makeshift bed

That is my easy chair, and plunge unthinking into oblivion. 

But like a warm draught of heady brew

You mount to my head like a vision

That lifts me as it rises. 

You draw me upward

To crest the wave where the moon

Is almost within my grasp. 

And I swim with powerful strokes

To the white sandy shores

Of the island where you stand and beckon. 

It is the thought of you that’s waiting

Your smile so open

Your eyes still twinkling in the whiteness 

Your beautiful body that takes my own

Enfolds me slowly in its depths

And draws me home 

Where I can drink from the wells of your loving

And lick the nectar from your depths

And pour my own love into your very heart. 

Your warm and loving heart. 

Oh God! I long to be with you tonight.