Divinity

Pleasure I understood as theory

where now sensuous enjoyment lives.

Vital,

my body demands the one that shall drink it,

the one with whom energies bind in ecstasy known to consensual givers unhindered,

flowing in and through one another, as one delivered

to places only gods may recognise

and mortals who choose to break with earthly binds, fused

with the gods,

moulded into that which brings woman to understand her divinity

and man his rightful place beside her.


For she shakes the structures that must be shook

if we us humans are to move further.

This is what must be done,

what we are being asked to do –

to discover divinity within or perish

as the lowlives we aspire to be,

inferior to all that we thought ourselves superior to,

lost in the destruction of our own making

which shall regenerate, only without us.

Open Surrender

Where beyond do words lie

to grasp open meaning;

scattered past

fractured

beat in bluff visions

where singular truth was thought to prevail?

From literal bonds breathing relief –

minds breaking thoughts in open surrender


cradled eternal, by symbol beheld

Unnamable Fullness

– expanse rounded felt.

heat / anticipation

Foresights of burning

or love

open sensing

fragmented minds

to hearts tender entwined.


Sweet


fearful weaving

thoughts into wishes –

the open heart’s call.

Radiate

(call out)

where may it find soft

counterparts dreaming

to draw in a pair;

two dream-likes together

embracing each other by futures set bright.

Feel it, in essence

(this potent, shy vastness)

close to perceiving the real and unseen

to all that caresses the flesh

and the blood which through it hot runs –


heated for love which so close to it hovers,

heated, expecting, the touch it will bring.

‘Where are you?’

tears running, hot hearts crying out

feeling so close to the object’s desire

that subject in yearning through heat to form brings.

When Dancers Return

Born fire by night

thick air in crevasses filling

swelling,

bodies up close

faced with desires brought forward once more,

the sweet lust for life brought back to us all.

Movement by breathing

open and oozing

carries off bodies

through heat of the work,

the heat of the foot work,

(humid and thick)

sensing each other and seeing relief.

Moved back into feeling

the im(pulse) of life in spite of it all

returning to grooves in a heart’s open call


driving stiff bodies

in thick and hot air

flaring magnetic, by fire ensnared.

Summer of Love

Wild flowers out finding

space in cracked concrete,

taken by running

hot then wet torrents

through people so tender

sunned back to life from

winter caked in the heart.

Summer of love

with strangers’ smiles beaming

back

heart’s open feeling

love and desire

out

spilling and healing.


Seeds of wild flowers

the nights dancing sowing

coming to life in intensities filling

breathing life-love

in blood winter still holding

breath in two chests

by wild winds caressing

moving it warm

to hearts that crave pulsing

the flowering hearts of two wild ones so found.

Facilitated heart return

The shape was bad
and now it’s trying to stitch itself back together, poor thing.

Looking scared

from the inside out,
expanding in breadth.

Don’t leave your heart lying around,
because someone just might snatch it
and forget to return it
even after they’ve had their share
and no longer need it.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Call it back –
has it been missing?

What does it say when it returns?

Love-Grief

My heart throbs with wisdom

of a thousand moons weaving

past into future

, now ,

moment deceiving

, holding totality ,

, holding all being ,


being through feeling alone

(is it pulsing?)


love-grief, and all that’s between

the self-reaffirming

surfaces gleaming

(grief cannot be where love was not prior

and I’d rather grieve love

than neither at all)

Love-grief fills us with being

pulsing cells feeling consumed

drunken with bliss, formidable after

arriving through all which one sense

and so heavenly drawn.

Speak out to me lovers, the language of grief

through hearts broken throbbing

, holding together ,

held together by light

of all the stars in the heavens above

together to shine

in love-grief’s might

boundless in depth

as the height we may rise

together in bliss and sorrow combined

embraced by this vastness

and by it brought back to life.

Learning Love

A caged heart once

forgot how to love

loosing its skill under

thought, distance and time.


Who and what deserves love?

The world is hardly the place for a person with principles;

an environment where the ugly proliferates

and acts of kindness and love are treated as risk

but no risk is seen in losing love,

the lifeblood of the world I want to see.


Love lives deep in our being

so deep in fact our surface stiffens

– use it or lose it –

and lost it we have to calculating minds

which sever mind from heart

and elevate mind beyond recognition

in a world that needs heart to survive.


We claim that love comes,

treating it as granted inevitability

when in fact love is a practice;

to be practiced in each gesture,

word and the treatment of others.


We are trapped because our love is trapped

in structures that tell us

how to love one another,

who to love, when to love, for how long

what appropriate love is and what isn’t

and where love belongs.

Everywhere!

At home, in the street, in school and at work

(did you recoil when you read this?)

(did you recoil at my image of love which differs

from the twisted idea of patriarchally sexualised love

which we hold as the only Love?)


We must un-twist love,

reshape and form ourselves to its untwisting

so it may flow through us,

– the great torrent –

which flows through each of us

should we permit it.