To be a tree....yet again

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When I feel like
uniting with
the firmness of strength
in me
I hold on to the
trunk of the tree
which is hard and soft
at the same time
- at once erotic
and metaphysical.
Juices inside
a tough exterior
that stands tall
trying to kiss
the passing clouds
and it lightly lifts
my spirits
and lets them soar.

Not Knowing Yet...2

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I have a place in 
your life
as a lump
of flesh and blood;
and I don't sweat
over it.
It's your life.
I don't let that
rule over.
I like my life
the way I live it -
of flesh, blood and spirit.
If I long to touch you
it is to your 
flesh, blood and spirit.
And if you touch me
only in your flesh..
I know not yet
where it will take us
but I know where it will
for me. 

Passions ...7

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Well I am with it
and I know you too
cannot let go of it.
Those magical touches
that light up
every single cell
in the body and the mind
when nothing else matters
except love
of being and being of love
giving, taking
uniting and beyond
just as the full moon
rises and shines
and enters your whole being
making it the dwelling 
of God of Love
divine.

Passions....4

model: Muse Mercier

Even a thick forest
has openings
if one can manage 
to get in.
Getting in is
the way to 
getting out
in such things.
And one must not
rush or hustle
You never know
what beasts will stir
to life
and get ready
to devour.
So hasten slowly
and feel your way around
let passions be fanned
softly, 
secrets shared under
a heavy breath
and let bodies
be intertwined to
reach that unknown
peak, which once
reached has a way
to vanish into thin air.

Passions...2

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In the dark forest of desires
I put my foot
gingerly
but knowing well
I wanted to be
here.
To me it is no sin
to be asking
for fulfilment
of carnality.
If my flesh is
on fire
I want to be
consumed by it
not wanting
wanton destruction
around me.
May the forest flourish
in its dark glory.

Shudders..

Shudder I do
for a moment
when I realise
what I am reduced
to when I 
return to
my daily grind.
Their gazes
speak to every pore
of my body
trying to gouge out
every bit of flesh
and every bit of muscle.
They are empty within
and want to empty their
filth into me.
Gosh! It's better to float
on the water 
endlessly letting
the waves take you
and the fish tickle you
and the sharks devour you.

Venturing out...3

Out to the sea 
I went
to immerse myself
in the vastness
not losing 
but expanding myself
to the point of merging
and becoming that vastness.
And I realised 
that this was different
from the union 
of bodies
that gives a moment
of explosion of 
consciousness
and then rolls you back
on the sands of 
the raw flesh.
Here I return
from vastness
to vastness.
That's a venture.

Time to move...

Nothing happens in the out there
as a lot stirs within
the waves whisper their eternal secret
into my veins
that crisscross
this superbly crafted
creation of nature
-keep moving
 even life changes
at the same place.
There is a lot to give
and a lot to take
and the time is running
and so it's now or never
the time to move.

Venturing out ..1

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I didn't check
the weather forecast
nor the compasses
but I did check
my guts and instinct
and they said that was
the best time
to venture out
for the spirit was strong
and the flesh willing.
Dawn was yet to break
but all the work needed
to be done prior.
That's when the morning 
breeze blew lightly 
but firmly
just like my
burning fire.

A wonderful moment

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It is a wonderful moment
this one
when I simply take in
life
remembering its several gifts
and breathing joy 
of being alive
to all my inner throbbing
casting away old garments
of guilt and shame
having fully savoured 
pleasures of flesh and spirit
and ready for more
but not greedy.
It is fine to get soulmates
but nothing lasts
and so to desire permanency
is to run after a mirage
So here I am savouring
this moment and the next.

Fire and Fury 4

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They came for their own reasons
It doesn't matter
I have my own reasons
It is tough to be true to myself
to own up all your lust and passion
and fury and seek their
consummation
sometimes beyond the pale
of custom
I have learnt to burn to ashes
and blow up in the heavens
the volcanoes that
made their home in
my flesh.

Fire and Fury 3

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Time was when I flinched
claiming myself to myself
today I claim all that is mine
my strength my weaknesses
vulnerabilities
my solidities my grounds
flesh of capacious fertilities
I am waiting to envelope
and embrace and swallow
all challenges and all joys
and all struggles
knowing how all this will
pass and become history
the very next moment.

A life of passion

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Do you really have to 
think so much
to respond now?
Mine is a life lived
with passion
I share with abandon
I delight with union
and I hold no grudges
and no hopes.
I know tomorrow is 
yet another day
and I know mine
is a life lived with
devotion to the 
only life giving force.

And then you...

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At the crossroads
of comfort and convention
and of freedom and turbulence
frozen I stood, frozen
coming as I did
from shelters
built over centuries.
And then you
took me by surprise
into your arms
and I melted
into your warmth
throbbing to an eternal
rhythm,
how can I 
be the same?

What it was..

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What it was 
that held me 
spellbound?
The call from
the depth
of my fleshly
yearnings?
the vastness
opening up
from the 
divine union?
The hurtling down
the valley
only to be 
borne on
to the clouds 
of heaven?
What it was
that I am still
hoping 
against hope
to fathom?

Your ways are

www.photodom.com/photo/1660000 by Mat Katsen Coil

I thought
and I believed
you are going to be
with me for ever.
Short was the company
but great the warmth.
Your grace abounded.
Some light in wilderness
Some comfort in the biting cold
and then you turn away.
Like they did.
My landscape is desolate
but my spirit is not flagging.
Come discover the warmth
of my spirit and hearth.

In ripeness....

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When fullness meets ripeness
So many possibilities open up
and you still want
me to remain
in bounds
very carefully wrought
in times past
and ages bygone
It's so warm out there
and you want me to turn cold!

There is music...

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I hear the music
that comes from
the stirring of your soul,
O rocks!
You have stood
weathering many a storm
your exterior
Gusts chipped away
You faced it all.
Tides crossed you not
and waves beat a hasty retreat.
You know not
any venom
only singing
in the breeze
and music in the heart.

This is the time...

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So happy I am
that even the rough
bark of the tree
reminds me of that warmth
which soared me
into skies unseen
and colours unimagined
and a world beyond breath.
Just to be able to lean
against a strong trunk
so sensuous
unmoving to the world
but moving a world
inside me.

All that lingers...

Those soft caresses
in the crevices
and recesses
uttering
the immeasureable
hanging perilously
on the thick breath
between us
of the eternity
and the futility
of holding on
to the transient.
All that should not
but still happens
to linger....