igniting our flesh

i am tormented by my longing

to feel your mystic touch again.

one rippling sensation

from your fingertip glance

to sear trembling heat

through my body

sending me into rapturous breaths.

lovecoursing magic

when our flesh

tantalizes in trembles too urgent to pull away.

I ache to touch your skin

to kiss your delicious belly

a light flick of my tongue

to tickle your nipples

to taste the salt on your neck

the urgency on your lips

the movement of your hips

with mine.

I want

to take you deeply into my hungry mouth

begging you to thrust

I want

to hear your closed eyes ecstasy

you begging for release

for more

beyond ourselves

beyond our flesh

Let me make your taut flesh

writhe in pleasure again.

please

simply touch me once with a fingertip glance.

i will offer you my deep comfort

in flesh unseen

penetrated only by you.

this is how I want to celebrate the new year.

our spirits made from our united flesh

where can i meet you my love?

twilight....when time becomes eternal

penetration

has a spice of divination in it

which tickles our vanity

more than

any other quality of mind.

a spiced mind

is

enlightment

within the

passionate grace

of

making love.

hark the herald angels sing...

wintergrey

on a day

when shadows are swallowed

by wintergrey pallor

i struggle to understand

how time has the ability to block

my view of God.

a well known mystic once said that time is the biggest obstacle we have to overcome in our quest to embrace the eternal.

On wintergrey days, eternal time is like finding yourself a character in Sartre's play, No Exit............

where our beingness means nothing,

where our freedom is stripped,

where we are forced to remain with others void of morals who reflect only the seeping ugliness in our souls.

where hell is being enclosed with others

on days when the sun opens her arms

time melts into an eternal calm

where love feeds our hope

and leaves spring maple sap in our veins.

eternity's a lover.

today,

the shadows have been consumed

i'm left playing Inez in a room with no door.

love is left in the wake.

lords of the light

I'll met you here at newgrange

on the day of the winter solstice.

We will bathe in the light of the lords

deep in the womb of the moon.

Celebrate with me my blue blue mystic,

the mythical remembrances of eternal life

where the faeries keen in delight.

A fabulous night for a moondance....

dance with me in Drogehda?