Quivers of passion,
fireflies to lips, rising,
mouth through mouth
the flow of stars floods
the wells of our hearts.
You kissed me
And all the wounds I bore ignited,
Became radiant like stars.
Within me, the ocean of passion flows,
Waves of flame rushing to my lips
And alighting her fingertips
As I kiss them one by one;
Then, like a dagger of fire
I place her hands against my bare chest,
An ocean of white waves opening up
Guiding her thirsty roots home.
My breath, the wick,
my flesh, the wax,
and your kiss,
a flame set upon my mouth
melting me through and through.
Waxing ocean moon,
From her lush lips, a gray breath
Seeps wet with desire,
Embers fanning night’s dry veins
With red wine now flowing, full.
Each dawn, from the serene, blue sky
The warmth of your voice descends,
A yellow bird of longing singing
A wistful song while fluttering amid
The white flowers growing upon my chest
And bathing in the water of the creek
Flowing amid the passion of my breasts.
A tear weeps from my eye,
A silent prayer seeking for the warmth
Of your cheek where it may burn and rest
To breathlessly fall into the garden,
A white pearl filled with the fire
Of a thousand poems and dreams
And be carried upon the bird’s blazing wings,
A message, an everlasting promise
Returning home to your face,
The radiant silence of dawn’s white sky.
Fallen from our scarlet sky
And gathering in my cup,
I dip my fiery brush
To paint your flesh red
With the wine of desire,
Endless passionate kisses
Blossoming like flowers,
Letters etched into the white tablets
Of your smooth skin,
Poems of a love everlasting
Bursting like the spring.
And the white chill of winter, while it lasts,
Burns cold upon soft lips and cheeks, then blasts
A passionate kiss from the earth below,
In the air, the jocund Spring-spell, it casts.
A flute gently weeps,
the flame trembles,
and a tear falls
burning with the longing
of a thousand dreams.
Always so careful and calculating,
you miss out on life and the joys of life.
Be forgetful and foolish,
and scatter to the wind
the morning stars of dawn
which light, like water,
has been welling in your heart.
There is a fundamental difference between a sexuality of dominance and one of ecstasy; only in the latter are complementarity, interdependence, and true spiritual union made reality. Only in the latter are the lovers interfused into one. The main difference lies here: whereas one seeks only sexual gratification, pleasure, and control, the other is primarily a spiritual quest that uses interpenetration as means to open up and blend the deepest recesses of being and soul — culminating in an ecstasy that sends the body hurling towards the sky.
The flower is all essence,
Scent, colour, and softness.
No longer anchored in books
and the dust of books.
A wave, ocean-born and bred,
I broke free and rushed
to the shore of my Beloved,
filled with longing
and frothing wine and poetry.
Long and hard
I toiled for the pearl of wisdom,
plunging into the deepest,
most turbulent ocean of thought,
and staying awake on many a night
oblivious to the stars
polishing its surface
with the oil of my heart
until at last,
swelling with pride,
its waves carried my pearl
as a gift into the house of love
where, placed upon its table,
its hammer swiftly fell
grinding it to nothing
and filling me with dawn.