I long to make love
I see the beauty of gorgeous
Strong
Talented
Sexy
Women go hither and to
Scattered amongst them
I find rare jewels in the sea
Of humanity
Men,
Who are sexy
For their passion
Their vision
Their Intellect
Their creativity
Is the best aphrodisiac.
In a bar I am surrounded
By those I cannot just wisk
Into my arms
As I desire to.
So I go outside
And in the bitter cold air
I look up into the fabrick
Of the heavens
The body of my beloved
And find the pattern
Of light and love
And a depth
Unfathomable and get high
In a way no man or woman
Can do unto me.
Then I go back into the
Sea of them
Like being swept into
A tide of bodies
Of sweat
Of rhythm
Of carnal energies
And all I want is to find a soul
A vessel
To receive the energies
Of the heavens and my beloved
To pour into them a wordless conversation
With the divine
By making love to them…
But no one goes home with me
My molecules are shaking as I speak
With the love of the divine
And waiting to pour into the arms
Of a lover this energy.
Who can take it?
Who will accept it?
Or is this conversation
Doomed to only be an internal one?
Lover
Come to me
I wish to pour into you
All the love of the heavens
If you would let me.
