Satyr and nymph

Walking through the cool moist air,
Your figure precedes me on the path.
The stark trees close in and fill my marrow with their longing.
I thicken with the tree trunks,
Grow hoary scales that will scratch against your smoothness.

Underneath the vast heights of pale blue heaven
I am shadowed by my wanting,
Your body rustles underneath its clothing
The last remnants of the leaves that are not yet falling,
The last seeds waiting for their liquid savior.

You are wisp of air enwrapped in gossamer
The light steps of open striding
Peeking out of hooded depths
That are entrancing, you are the masked and hidden pink
Not yet buried for the fall.

We sit astride a fallen log,
Facing what we now are needing
Joined by the wide girth that keeps us stretching
Swallowed by the mutual tease of chase and capture
Swollen by the sap that flows from me to you and back.

The trumpets of the swans, their sudden quiet wings enfolding,
I have dreamed of you and stroke
The soft white down with my hardened hide
My open hands caressing where you should be,
My far off love, fading quickly into winter.

The lush green forest stays guarded behind my lidded eyes,
The hope of spring.
My ursine fur lies beneath your phantom hands.
I take your image and encase it in my heart
Until I wake again.  Until we meet again.

Dreams of you

There are moments when I am in your arms that I am striving for perfection

When I feel my insides reach up through you and out your open mouth.

I am tied to this body moving but I’m reaching towards some higher goal

And want to bring you with me as if we’re climbing hills together.

We are like a conjoined beast that rocks its way in inches up the slope

A two and fro that brings us both one step closer to our heaven.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to obliterate my self

To tear down that barrier keeping my mind from yours

So that you can feel yourself in me and building to explode

And I can engulf your body with my own.

And at the moment that we shake and tremble

Your cries and mine would be but one.

 

There are moments when I am in your arms that I want to keep you there forever

To feel you pinioned by my chest and torso to hold our hands outstretched

To have you sense every inch of my physical being

And to feel I know your every hidden corner.

To press ourselves as close as possible

To hold your legs around me imprisoned without end.

 

There moments when I am in your arms that I want to grasp your beauty with my sight

To drink in your presence with every sense of smell and touch

To simply listen to you talk and laugh and weep

To comfort you when you are sad, to give you strength when you feel weak.

To look at the world through your eyes and see just what you see.

To walk and talk together,  whatever world we’re in.

 

And when I’m far away I dream of these

And see your face through the veils of haze that cover the moon,

And feel the press of your tongue in licking ice cream

And hear your voice and words and laugh when I live through the day.

And in the soft patter of gentle rain, I feel my own imaginary tears of longing:

The mingled joy and sadness of a distant dreaming heart.

At first, you possessed me in pieces

At first, you possessed me in pieces.

The pungent smell of my body in heat, the taste of my lips on yours,

 The map of my naked skin,

 The low rumbling in my throat,

 The love that I could give you.

 

And then, your face shimmers above me like the moon,

I pull a shirt over my head and inhale your scent

My empty palms lie open upward to receive the weight of absent breasts.

I perform a geometric twist and surround the you

Who engulfs me in your depths.

 

I take root within your heart as you burst out from within my chest.

We are mutually implanted like conjoined twins

Siamese souls separated by time and circumstance

Now rejoined by stronger bonds

Which cannot break without destroying each or both.

 

Or so it feels to me, your far off twin who swims to you in dreams

And treads across miles to reach your door in giant steps

To knock for entrance to your self.

Or simply turn inward to see you huddled at my very core,

Arms outstretched for the love I seek from you.

 

And as you hug my spectral self I enfold you in my own embrace

And love me love me love me echoes from me to you and back

As we wordless speak, our mouths open as if straining,

Gasping for the breath to say again across all time and space:

Love I love, oh love me, Love!

I dreamt I was all nose sniffing at the air in search of love

I dreamt I was all nose sniffing at the air in search of love.

I smelled the crisp fruity odour of red apples and mangoes

The dripping juicy essence of berries and plums.

 

I walked down narrow paths strewn with cracking branches and crumbling brown leaves

The mint of evergreen pine and cedar,

The smoky draft of burning rubble and logs in fall.

 

I searched white covered fields that stung my nostrils with cold

The pure frozen scent of ice and water

The air empty of taste, the colour neutral.

 

I burst into spring and found your traces there,

The creamy yellow and white of daisies, dandelions and daffodils

The burning red of rose and the stirring up of sap as it rises in woody glens.

 

I tracked you here, where I hold you

Trapped in the new green grass that stirs up hunger

As if I could taste the very air.

 

Oh love!

There you are!

In the thick and musky violet of lilacs!

Being with you

I am accustomed to your passion

And still surprised to feel it.

 

I am used to your ecstatic cries

And thrilled to hear them.

 

I hope for love

And am yet so grateful when you give it.

 

And every time we kiss,

I feel suspended over the moment as if hanging from a bridge.

 

I am fearful and bold

Holding back and moving forward.

 

I am playful and half afraid

Like a kid that races trains across the trestle.

 

I feel the heart within me beating

Now steady, now jumping up my throat.

 

I am certain and uncertain

I am walking on crumbling stones beside a drop.

 

I see your face and cannot resist.

I stick out my foot and take the step.

I am fucking to forget that I am dead

I am fucking to forget that I am dead

Or almost

And feel the soft wet flesh fill up with my expanding member

She looks at my eyes as if searching for something lost

Opens up her legs still wider

And is thrusting up her hips

To take me in,

The sheep that wandered off

Now running home to meet her.

 

She races towards me gulping air

And gasping

While I fall on her breast and suckle

Biting just a bit

The teat that offers up its juices,

The groans and grunts now growing

And mingling with my lowing

That changes into growling,

The hidden wolf emerging.

 

Her living hairy cunt encases

Me in gentle squeezing

And rhythmic pulsing

She reaches down her hand to help in milking,

The liquid now is boiling, bubbling.

It dribbles out when suddenly I pause.

Her eyes are dazed, like the doubtful cow at slaughter.

I thrust in hard and erupt in massive jets.

Her mouth dissolves, her legs go shudder, she grabs my back as if for purchase.

 

I am not spent but continue on in gentle probing

A primordial lake of sperm and female cum.

And now, my member grows again

To take up the room that’s offered

And yet again we moan and almost yell

Because this is the end of everything and its beginning.

I shrink to nothing taking in the world

And suddenly exploding spray it into her

To fill her full with stars.  Ex nihilo creavi.

 

Now side by side we stare up and get lost in the ceiling.

Is this the home that we were missing?

The grand finale when the world changes?

The wolf lies down with the lamb and does not eat it?

And I have certainly beaten my spear into something else.

But why can I still hear that ticking?

Something cold inches closer so we hug,

Yet we rise, two separate bodies, from the bed.

 

That night I dream I have a gene that reverses aging

And feel my hair regrowing,

My eyes unblurring

My muscles firming.

I wake with a bladder on the point of bursting.

I climb the stairs and go out into the black,

The sky spotted with white and sparkling droplets.

I feel the breeze pick up

And then let go my muscles

Pushing out with all my force.

 

I am alone in the dark and pissing as hard as I can against the wind.

 

The candles mute the light

The candles mute the light

 

And warm your room like golden liquid honey.

 

The shadows creep around your face.

 

I cannot see you smiling.

 

I pull you close.

 

You chew my tongue and lips like candy.

 

I close my eyes and see you clearly

 

Your open heart before me beating.

 

Your body soft and melting

 

Then heaving like the sea.

 

Your legs entwine and pull me down

 

Like mermaid arms into your depths,

 

Not cold but warm as home

 

To me now calling.

 

I am the vessel pouring out

 

Into the bowl that is your hips

 

That take me further in

 

And pull my insides out

 

And gushing,

 

The spouting of my love

 

Into the ocean, the immense ocean of your living.

 

I am a boat that is floating

 

On the surface of your body.

 

Rocked by the mother of all life

 

And your dark enticing.

 

Oh take me in, mysterious being.

Yesterday I noticed that everything was love.

Yesterday I noticed that everything was love.

 

The trees were drenched in varied hues.

 

Some had crowns of red which dripped down and splashed the lower branches

 

Some had leaves that seemed to smile and tease

 

Each leaf ringed with a red lipstick and thrust out for a kiss

 

Or like a breast held for suckling, the very tip a reddish nipple.

 

The Sumacs showed their inner flesh in reddish wine

 

And ripe for licking.

 

Fluorescent Orange trees flashed against the green

 

Next to maples with leaves like dark and brackish blood.

 

The alien green possession of the trees is slowly disappearing

 

To reveal their real golden yellow, earthy brown.

 

And when you are in my arms and gasping,

 

I feel your own true essence as it emerges

 

The red spots on your cheek,

 

The warm and penetrating glances,

 

Your limbs as they are thrashing in some inner breeze

 

The autumn orgasm of life as it shoots out

 

To fill my mouth with liquid colour,

 

To fill my eyes with rainbows,

 

To fill my heart with overflowing love.

In the room standing naked

In the room standing naked

 

Your beauty shines through every pore.

 

These fingers, lips and tongue are but the tools to join us closer.

 

You reach out your arms to enfold me, your breasts are lifting to my mouth

 

As my head descends to you, to marvel at your wonders

 

Like an antique traveler in unknown territory, pausing and tasting the delights that he sees along the way.

 

I long to kiss and touch the outer sheath that is your body

 

Like the slow explorer and careful hunter to sniff and wonder

 

And like the train across the hills to lick the valleys up,

 

And press my soft caress into your soul to give it comfort.

 

I feel my skin is melting in the presence of your wanting

 

It drips from off my body and leaves me denuded to the core.

 

And when we embrace it is our insides that are clinging to the fiery centre of our common sun.

 

And I am astounded to be in the presence of your desire

 

Your sighs and lifting legs that rest upon my shoulders

 

Your knees drawn back and your open mouth that’s panting

 

As if we’re birthing some astonishing marvel of purest pleasure.

 

And when you groan and shudder, I feel you melt into a flowing liquid

 

That could be the ocean of our beginning. 

 

I am the swimming cell that seeks its mate in your being,

 

Filled with love and as vast as the ancient sea.

 

I see your smile like a half moon in a darkling sky

I see your smile like a half moon in a darkling sky

 

The corners of its crescent lifting

 

And pulling my spirit upward.

 

A warm and gentle welcome

 

While you stand naked blushing,

 

A bold assertion of yourself

 

And a hiding of the wounds you’ve gathered over time.

 

An opening into your inner soul

 

Encircled by enamel guards

 

That yet let in a ray of light

 

Into the darker depths

 

Where I can glimpse

 

Your tongue just resting.

 

A Mona Lisa face whose smile is broader

 

That both conceals and lets me see the truth

 

Of a love that’s growing

 

Like a loaf that’s baking

 

Hot and moist with yeast.

 

And is that the secret you’re revealing

 

When you smile?

 

Your smile which I must see,

 

For which I’d give up my daily bread.

 

Oh  please deliver me!