We die with nature
some of us cry with nature
others look away, frantic
achieving the useless
in the fact of death.
We die with nature
goodbye Mother
let me lay on you one last time
as we die together
forgive me
Mother
forgive me.
Emotional to the point of rationality
We die with nature
some of us cry with nature
others look away, frantic
achieving the useless
in the fact of death.
We die with nature
goodbye Mother
let me lay on you one last time
as we die together
forgive me
Mother
forgive me.
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.
We walk and
we talk and
we cycle and
we flock
after months where we rested and
we waited and
we laid and
we missed.
Suddenly emerge and
we gather and
we bud;
ready to embrace and
to kiss one another and
to dance in the day and
in the night.
Forth with all the color and
the light and
coming thunder as
our hearts of love forgotten
to the early rays besotten
lustily we offer.
The rain of today
brings winds before of yesterday
and where the sun tomorrow may lie
strikes but a moment
as your touch upon mine
seldom in future and past may lay.
Tomorrow may shine on yesterday’s flurry,
but, embrace me, love!
Drink me, never but today forever,
those temporal torrents diluting
as through you I flow
and in us deliverance sustain.