May 2019 – Page 5 – Theater of Sorrows

Feast

Sensational Summer Shore Seeks Sizzling Synchronicities

Sliding through the hourglass tonight
My desire yearns to feast on your dreamy, filmy landscape
Taste your flowered valleys and your forested peaks
Tantalize, tease your breath into sacred pantings –
And paintings of slow moving cravings
Running honey thick like sugared candy down the walls, and
Our skin…
This luscious, marzipan, gossamer delirium, where
My eyes take every scenic route along your rugged, masculine flesh –
Lips pressing a pilgrimage trail of explicit devotion
Your seraphic face my jeweled sublime –
Melliloquent whispers carry on the steamy air in the moonglade
A melody of clover, smoke and berries our blanket in the tall summer grass
This lush worship tantalizes the moon
Makes the angels blush and mesmerizes the demons
An aphrodisiac… a buttery, risque carnival…
Eros sculpture too divine for tears
Lust in the foliage where feathered fronds sway to our rhythm
As the stars light the way across your body…
Silver slivers like fireflies dancing, for my tongue to trace…
There is no knowledge here
Just instinct and measures –
Sublime delving with fingertips, tracing moist curves, scented secrets
Fragrant skin that drives sanity into distracted splendor
Turns the blue of the water turquoise from our heat
And the fire burns white
As the air turns musky
We burn
Raining down on each other to drench the fire
We burn
A lusty adoration, lunging, raking –
Marks of desire a lasting declaration
As the hourglass tilts and new valleys are revealed…
Flowered vines tangling and binding
Wrists… legs…
New destinations to explore beneath an envious moon –
Her ear turned toward our juicy moaning
Her eyes wide with desire
Wishing she could leave the sky
Just this once

A tale for romantics at heart

The Man and the Sea

She’s rolling and writhing, twisting and turning today
And he’d like to feel her arms wrapped around him to play
But he can’t leave the shore, and he doesn’t know what to say
So be watches her closely, wishing he could be
The blue of her calm, sunlit bay
“Mar,” he whispers, feeling a chill where the wind whips round his hair
“Ven dame tu alma,” Come give me your soul –
While the Wind replies to him, “Take care.”
Cause she’s a vindictive lover, possessive, she’ll smother –
While you breathe your last breath of air…
But he didn’t listen
He wanted her kiss then –
No other lover would ever compare
And Wind soon grew weary of his nonchalant view, and died
And Mar beckoned to him, with waves of seduction –
By flowing and ebbing her tide
He watched a while longer, and his yearning grew stronger
Like an ember becoming a fire
Only she could cleanse him, feed his burning hunger –
Satisfy his fervent desire…
She was his vision, perfection unequalled
Every mans reason to love
Without her he’d crumble, falter and stumble –
Below the blue sky above…
Take me for your lover, you’ll not need another –
He claimed as he paced on the shore
But she ignored him while dancing before him –
So that he wanted her more
And he felt his hopes dash, when her furious waves crashed
Against the rocks, like his heart
And anger bred conceit, he warned her of defeat –
And threatened that he would then part
But dawn found him sitting alone in the sand –
His eyes a dark intense stare
Then he rose and stepped forward, this time with no warning
Since Wind was no longer there
“Te perdono mi amor,” I forgive you, my love –
And I’m coming to hold you right now
To taste your sweetness, to feel your completeness
I’ll love you forever, he vowed
They say there’s a legend of a man and the sea –
Her seduction was too much to bear
And he swam into her, his hands outstretched
Like lovers stroke each others hair…
And sometimes at dawn, when her shore is empty
And her secrets long to be free
You can hear a faint voice, though no one is there –
“Mi amor, viene a mí.” My love, come to me…

Something a Bit Different II…

There is a custom where canoes in the ocean are paddled into a formation. In silence, leis are placed gently in the water, setting them free. In devotion, hands thrash the water as wailing is offered to the sky. When I was in my thirties, violence tore someone away from me, twice. The second time the loss was permanent. I wrote this as an offering of my pain, acceptance, and understanding that eventually time would erode the bitter and replace it with the sweet. And for the most part, it has. Loss is a shared experience that is unique to each of us. And so, I say – Siempre.

Yearning

I will go there quietly –
To the deep blue water
Although raging deep inside
And I will rest there floating –
Thoughts of you
Drifting with the tide
I will lay your flowers gently
Watch them sway and move away from me
As you have gone, I have gone –
Into this raw cocoon I have withdrawn
And my head bowed, my hands open
I will slap the water with my grief
My hands thrashing, churning
With devotion
My fury at your leaving does not want relief
My palms will crash with fierceness
Against the ocean’s armor
My hands stinging
My heart burning
My whole being… Yearning
This pain won’t be a permanent
Song toward your memory
It will fade to be replaced
By flowing warmth
Eventually
But I reserve the right, in this moment
To writhe and moan, wail and cry
To not give you up so easily
To be incensed by this rending goodbye
To howl like an animal
And hiss like the wind
To scream like a banshee
To curse this place I’m in
And my head bowed, my hands open
I will slap the water with my grief
My hands thrashing, churning
With devotion
My fury at your leaving does not want relief
My palms will crash with fierceness
Against the ocean’s armor
My hands stinging
My heart burning
My whole being… Yearning