Feel Me

I haven't gotten much better, so you are all very lucky not to be here to catch my cold. So, for the moment, I will leave you with this (sort of an Adam and Eve feel):

Blasphemy

           

            sacred are our bodies

            noble are our hearts

            pristine our souls

            . . .so why?

Dear God,

            Dear God!

                                                            pure silver drops of dew fall on my head from spring

                                                            making me sticky and wet and full of love

                                                            making me sticky and wet and full of lust

                                                            making me sticky and wet and full of you

                                                            . . .pure silver drops of dew

                       

                        and juices would flow, like that of pears and grapes and oranges

                        all warm

                        glue to us two

                        all warm

Forget the cushion of grass beneath our bodies

and the blanketing sun coveting our skins

and the aroma of me and you and petals

and the songs from yonder birds

            . . .just remember me

as I will remember you

in our time of infinite glory and mirth

in our most sweetest forms; as wine sap

when we were coated in golden hew

                                                            before you

                                                            desert land     

                                                            dunes of sand

                                                            abrading winds ravishing me

                                                            and desolation. . .

                                                                        horrid desolation.

            so engulf me as the sky engulfs our world

            and love me as you caress me

            stare into my inner     

            desire me

            come to me as I whisper your name

            come to me as I whisper your name, as I mouth them

            those words that are so familiar to us

We always let the days melt into the nights with no more on our minds than inhibition; we creatures of sex, we creatures of God

we creatures who create and recreate ourselves

to procreate, we creatures, We Gods

we immoral beings destined for destruction for living on love

                        . . .on lust, and mourning dew

forgetting our sacred responsibilities and duties

remembering only each other

letting the silver dew drops on our heads intoxicate us

letting them bewilder me

. . .into blasphemy.     

Tomorrow, I'll Be Well. . .