Congas moved her out of their house
Holding the eye of Horus in the hands of Venus
Quan Yin riding the dragon through chaos
to where she stands naked in the shower
holy and in heat
rubbing her body on Jesus
squeezing mango on her cheeks.
Belly him in oneness
Belly men in forgiveness
Guide me Ghandi courage
through this strange evolution
of political pollution
Organs have earthquakes underneath this skin
You feel me Za Zen-so good-so good
Sacred whore, mon amor,
Pele is stirring her magma core.
Dip your fingers in her melting pot if you dare.
If they enter in honor she lets them stay,
If not, she burns them to the bone.

When will man stop trying to own woman?

Forget your father and come with me
and create this traveling curiousity-
Sticky musk metamorphosis,
Bossa nova hips,
Put your lips to the chalice
spilling over with juices.
I need living water.
Daughters of Zion rising existence,
Dead Sea Scrolls.
Comb energy in my hair,
Tickle your breath up my spinal fluid
Vibrate my Goddess spot primal call.
Growing thrusts pulsing, pulsing thrusts motion.
Flamenco music rise
like the phoenix between my thighs.
We dream it.

Resonance flying believers.
Sushumna wave.
Dakini eyes.
Gospel revelations.
Sappho island.
Murasaki Imperial.
Cypress waterfalls.
Whisper to me the stories
of the Heian court of Japan
where sex was once sacred.
Touch me underneath.
Follow me into the dark.
Lick this wide Hecates Cave.
Wet dripping cunt.
King David cock.
Slide your jade stalk
down this deep pleasure valley.
Singing the heart open,
Singing all of her seasons awake,
Singing the world back into balance.
Let the rain have her way with us,
dripping wings,
as we weave ecstatic touch
our earth carnival.

Her lips are wide open, watering, hungry. She crouches belly down on all fours, sliding her upper body beneath the grass, clutching the ground with her claws until she is in pounce position. Hind legs tucked underneath her hips, ready to leap when the gazelle bows her head. Tail dancing in the air, cocky huntress. She has never lost a kill. Only this time, she is both predator and prey.

Behind her, he kneels naked. She turns to look at him- ravenous, excited, vulnerable, angry. Biting him on the shoulder, leaving a red mark. Stretching her neck to reach his mouth, they suck lips, his male youth, vitality thumping wildly on the small of her back. “Don’t move,” his voice is a throaty whisper in her ear, his hot breath hovering above her like the shadow of a great hawk just before sinking its talons into a rabbit.

Instinctively, she arches to receive him, the upper half of her surrendering to the lower, heart pounding, adrenaline rising. Don’t move, he says again, and it’s all she can do to hold still- to not flip him over beneath her and tear him limb from limb with her teeth. To breathe rather than act on impulse, turning her taste for blood into desire, making space in her body for even more pleasure.

Offering her neck and back to his kisses, Offering hips and buttocks to his strong hands. Offering her nectar to his finger as he touches her petals open to see if she is wet enough or if he will need to lick her more. He lets her sniff first before sucking the juice off because he knows how much she loves the smell of her pussy and because he loves that she loves her pussy as much as he does.

He is slow to enter her temple, coaxing her pearl with shallow thrusts, making her body beg for more, the mushroom cap of his cock bursting from its stem. Shaking with wanting, she wraps her lips around him like the jaws of a great tigress not letting go, feeling the ecstatic rush and terror of her own mortality, as each simultaneously bows to their death, him spearing her all the way to her heart, her swallowing his head whole.

He enters she.
Both the Hindus and the Jews believe it
to be,
we can touch God
only through the Mother;
Shekinah,
Shakti-Ma, sleeping serpent arisen,
feminine face of the
Divine,
like when I was a little girl
Mary was the
intercessor
to an all male trinity
in a church named after Inanna
‘Our Lady, Star of the Sea’;
even after centuries of burning
women and trees
we turn to the Goddess

He enters she
his legs croseed
hers wrapped around his waist
their trunks grow
from twisted roots
they come together
in bodies of water
energized by the sun
rhythmatized by the moon
made to be
by breath
transformed by sacred groves

They speak
silently
soul windows open
about the Absolute
unspeakable Way at
the center
of interpenetrating triangles
of human hips
the drop
of everything
expands from this
cooperative mutual
antagonism
simultaneously simultaneous and sequential
linear and
circular
phallus and yoni

The way the tree
transforms our
expiration
to inspiration
the way the water rains roots
becomes
the well
bubbles to the spring
flows to the stream
grows to the river
returns to the Mother Ocean.
Always, like waves
returning
to the Mother.

Pulled by the moon
energized by the sun,
He enters She.
All in the Unspeakable Way
a pinecone becomes
a dwarfed pine tree
and you
become me.
Tat tvam asi

My fingers are moving sly across your palm
like women everywhere
lovers spanning time

We speak in code
flesh as text
Striving to convert an inexperienced tongue,
I translate braille hieroglyphics on your skin
into our herstory.

Standing like a shy child at the blackboard
of sex 101,
like a street cat
at the welcome mat of moans

In wetness definitions form,
but my hands will never be the meta-morphic tools you name them
Besides, it isn’t my intention to consume you,
who has bee rocked in a bed 200 miles away
just last Tuesday

My lady, I am your hammer
Make me ring against stone,
even if my fate is to be among a collection
of photographs of women you no longer talk to

I confess I had once wanted to be with you
on a mattress behind a padlock,
breaking you free with my fire finger

You and I are nothing alike

Our happiness simple:
delicacy and honesty,
nymph and amazon wrestle,
without aim to fuse, but only overlap,
grow roots in the muddy moment.

We move together
as undercurrents.
You sense me now, skin on skin,
open to each other’s light
as we shine from the center
and let go,
commune.

Sleep with me butterfly sister
for just this one night
Close your eyes
and dance with me
through each other
as doorways.

Congas moved her out of their house
Holding the eye of Horus in the hands of Venus
Quan Yin riding the dragon through chaos
to where she stands naked in the shower
holy and in heat
rubbing her body on Jesus
squeezing mango on her cheeks.
Belly him in oneness
Belly men in forgiveness
Guide me Ghandi courage
through this strange evolution
of political pollution
Organs have earthquakes underneath this skin
You feel me Za Zen-so good-so good
Sacred whore, mon amor,
Pele is stirring her magma core.
Dip your fingers in her melting pot if you dare.
If they enter in honor she lets them stay,
If not, she burns them to the bone.

When will man stop trying to own woman?

Forget your father and come with me
and create this traveling curiousity-
Sticky musk metamorphosis,
Bossa nova hips,
Put your lips to the chalice
spilling over with juices.
I need living water.
Daughters of Zion rising existence,
Dead Sea Scrolls.
Comb energy in my hair,
Tickle your breath up my spinal fluid
Vibrate my Goddess spot primal call.
Growing thrusts pulsing, pulsing thrusts motion.
Flamenco music rise
like the phoenix between my thighs.
We dream it.

Resonance flying believers.
Sushumna wave.
Dakini eyes.
Gospel revelations.
Sappho island.
Murasaki Imperial.
Cypress waterfalls.
Whisper to me the stories
of the Heian court of Japan
where sex was once sacred.
Touch me underneath.
Follow me into the dark.
Lick this wide Hecates Cave.
Wet dripping cunt.
King David cock.
Slide your jade stalk
down this deep pleasure valley.
Singing the heart open,
Singing all of her seasons awake,
Singing the world back into balance.
Let the rain have her way with us,
dripping wings,
as we weave ecstatic touch
our earth carnival.