At first we howled
and howled....
our laughter
wild, so crazy
loud.
(There are places
on earth
where we'd
be jailed
for the way
our noises
did assail
the once,
oh so silent,
dreamy night..)
and then somehow
shot outside thought's
tight realm, I fell
down into your
creamy
lips and thighs
which swept us
up in soft
moans and
sighs,
as I kissed you
deep and long,
hot lust burned
our pink asses
ablaze with
unmild yearning,
broke through
crusts of old
stale armor
to crest and erupt
in animal
song!
And then,
your shrieks
of joy lifted
our pleasure
beyond the bed
and room,
far far
from mere
human measure
where we orbited
in the sweetest
cosmic spinning
until quite
exhausted
and guiltily
grinning,
our new love
nest shone
next to a silvery
moon,
a wet
crescent
of such
perfect
quiet,
we collapsed
gratefully
into this,
our lovers' swoon.
THE BEAUTIFUL MUNDANE: POETRY, ORIGINAL PAINTINGS, PHOTOGRAPHS by Peter "Break the wine glass and fall towards the glass-blower's breath." "Walk out like someone suddenly born into color!" Rumi
Monday, August 27, 2012
A Chant To Leap By....
Real faith
is allowing
ourselves
to know,
in our
deep
bones
that,
through
unseen
space,
we are
forever
free-falling.
Walk After Blood Ritual
The dark tree shines
with silver light
just a few feet
off the wet
and muddied
path.
It reveals itself
through sheeted
rain like a full
moon rising
over the far hill,
and I am stunned,
delighted by such
radiant glistening
beauty.
Ahhh..to be met
here so brightly
in these lush
Irish woods
with such a subtle
uncovering.
I stand rooted
and tall,
a new man
thankful
and happy,
my good heart
softened by this
shimmering gift
of surprisingly
clear sight.
with silver light
just a few feet
off the wet
and muddied
path.
It reveals itself
through sheeted
rain like a full
moon rising
over the far hill,
and I am stunned,
delighted by such
radiant glistening
beauty.
Ahhh..to be met
here so brightly
in these lush
Irish woods
with such a subtle
uncovering.
I stand rooted
and tall,
a new man
thankful
and happy,
my good heart
softened by this
shimmering gift
of surprisingly
clear sight.
Hiking Otay Mountain
i slipped the day-pack off
my sturdy shoulders,
and, smiling with the day,
lay flat on my back
on a small soft patch
of green, a steep
boulder strewn hillside
stretched far above,
the slender seductive
gorge beckoning
below.
i gazed up as in an easy
dream, the clouds
grazed lazily across
great fields of sky
and i offered my puny self
to the wondrous
silent moment
and the tantalizing promise
of rain, a scent of
wetness in the wings,
nourishing and
freeing for
all that is
or will be
on this
amazing
earth.
my sturdy shoulders,
and, smiling with the day,
lay flat on my back
on a small soft patch
of green, a steep
boulder strewn hillside
stretched far above,
the slender seductive
gorge beckoning
below.
i gazed up as in an easy
dream, the clouds
grazed lazily across
great fields of sky
and i offered my puny self
to the wondrous
silent moment
and the tantalizing promise
of rain, a scent of
wetness in the wings,
nourishing and
freeing for
all that is
or will be
on this
amazing
earth.
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