A Midsummer Nights Dream

To describe my hearts desire
Words become as prison walls
In my feeble attempt at escape
From this cursed language
With its rules and strict form
For how can one describe the formless with form?
And bound by rules, can one truly express love?

Your full cheeks forever on the verge of blushing
As if frozen in the moment of love at first sight
At the instant before eyes meet
And the bloom becomes full
As butterflies burst into flight
And the petals of the rose relax
And give birth to the flowers true form

And as eye meets eye
The plunge into tropical pool engulfs the heart
In emeralds shimmering through summer night
Descending helplessly with only an instant of fear
Before warm waters envelop the heart
And the whisper can be heard-
Fear not my love, breathe deep…
Our eyes locked, weightless
As I breathe in your essence
As in the womb
And I remember….
You

To brush my fingers along the small of your back
Would be to dip my mind into long forgotten memory
Of bowls overflowing with fresh cream
Awaiting sweet ripened berries, just picked
And warming in the late summer sun.

To taste your lips pressed softly
Against my own, would be the last gentle shove
Against an already wavering heart
Over a precipice, to fall eternally
Through a realm of never ending beginnings,
As if to re-live every first kiss of every first love,
Throughout a thousand lifetimes, once forgotten
And remembered only
Now

Finding my way slowly, not helping but to wander
From small of back to supple breasts
Showing not the wear of children’s needy hunger
But instead want of love renewed,
As nipples grow hard beneath well worn palms
Under the late summer stars,
And waning sliver of moon

And as La Luna sheds her lament,
Shining her smile of approval sideways
Down from her chamber of men’s hidden desires,
I slowly slide between the petals of the lotus,
Hidden deep within your well tended garden,
Dripping with the nectar of nearly forgotten longing,
Could it be that your longing is renewed,
As my tongue reveals its taste to yours
And my loves essence fills you to overflowing?

We shall see,
For the danger of a stray seed
Dropping to fertile ground has long past.
Having cast the last of my seeds to the wind,
I pause only for a moment, to gaze upon your rare moonlit bloom
As it flows with our shared nectar, calling to taste,
To drink of its fountain of want and desire.
And together we greedily drink of the fruit of our long neglected lust

If the stars could see us
Through their cold cosmic gaze
They would think us one being
Amorphous and fluid in our writhing dance
Of helpless want,
And needless need,
Amongst the garden flora
And beneath the summer night

Only La Luna would be close enough to see
And she herself would blush
As she reached down helplessly
Between her own milky thighs
To grace her own glistening
Lotus petals with her own slender white fingers
In her own lonely dance of pleasure
For pleasures sake.

Again and again we trade the rolls
Of giver and receiver of our own energies
Long misspent on useless pursuits
Like the two stars of a binary system
Sirius A and B perhaps,
In their timeless orbit of give and receive
Far above, trapped among the overflowing riches
Of heavens vault

Energy spent, we collapse on our backs
Pockets empty having dug deep for every last penny
La Luna could not keep up
Having long since slipped off to sleep
Between the horizons heavy sheets
Together we race naked beneath a lightening sky
In fear of the suns rays, and the stark awakening
From this that must be a dream.
As the first rays grace the back of our drawn curtains
We slide beneath sheets of our own
And wrap ourselves in ourselves
And sleep

Longing renewed?
Alas t’was but a dream after all
As I awaken grasping not my true love,
But only empty sheets,
Moistened with only wasted remembrance
Of a longing still felt.

8/14/09-The butcher of clouds (and dreamer of dreams)-

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