Ecstasy is agony
(to the Muse of muses and her shadows)
“…Extase! Pour peuler ce soir l’alcolve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant cette chevelure…”
My love, I have found you.
but you have not found me my love
I love you from eyes to feet.
from deeper roots to brighter crowns
Your brightness and sadness I need to know.
my darker wonderment you must yet taste
I want us nude, heart and mind free.
your beauty unveiling unfolding my truth perfecting
The hot and humid nights.
tumid tulips kissing musty roses
Allowed us to sleep with no secrets.
compelling us to awake amidst unknowing clouds
We are complete like a flowing river.
or the cacophony of salmon still migrating
I yearn to touch your face, your breasts, your waist.
seeking your wider hips embracing my narrow magicke
In the heat of the night.
the nightingale seduces the lark
My feet touch your feet.
your soul scorching mine
My lips touch your lips.
your thirst parching my thirst
tat twam asi
My lovely one.
l’amour vincet alles
You are mine, always.
rather i belong only to you already
Your love enchanted my soul.
lacking me your titania has no oberon
I kiss your feet, your knees, your stomach.
licking juliet’s thighs sucking her nipples drowning in her eyes we
Caress your curves and whisper.
and then trumpeting exclaiming
Why are you so kind to me?
why are you so cruel to me
-Coyote ( http://johncoyote.wordpress.com/ )
18 Feb. 2009
13* juli 2014
* the lunar calendar has 13 months as every decent kabballist knows -cmv