livin' and driftin'...

livin' a life of what never can be

driftin' alone in a storm tossed sea

thoughts of you all that i need

i came to you...

it is true

i came
to you
freely
willingly
i came
knowingly
seeking all
fearing not the fall

wanting the core
needing more
of your nectar
your sweet elixir
fly me through the night
take me to your light

frozen dreams...

i carve myself

a dream of you

from frozen time

and steamy thoughts

a dream in which

the world is ours

and love need not

be slept away

come thee...

come thee to me from
the frigid forest holding you hostage
the frozen tundra of lifeless images
from the cold dark chambers of your heart
the empty streets of your life
from the dark wasteland of lust long forgot
the empty caverns of your loins
come thee to me in
the whispers of your thoughts
in the shadows of your soul
your fingers long lost touch
in the tasteless surface of your tongue
the aching rivers of your yearning
in the scorching heat now burning
come thee to me
find shelter from the storm
warmth from the cold
come thee to me

in thirst and in hunger
sip thy fill from the holy grail
eat from my sweet fruit
come thee to me

you are not gone...

you are not gone - but there -

you are there - with me in the morning sun that kisses my cheeks
and every night when ambient gold moonbeams cradle me in the dark

you are with me in the billowy clouds brushing cross their azure canvas leaving behind your face
and when the heavens drip their liquid caresses upon my shoulders

you are with me in the winds of time sweeping through the mountainous terrains of love’s memories
and in the gentlest breeze softly wrapping itself round me on a summer’s eve

you are with me in the torrid heat of a sultry summer day
and in the coldest winter night when i yearn for the warmth of your touch

you are with me in the sticky sweet nectar of a strawberry dribbling down my chin onto my breasts
and in all the sleepless nights when my hunger cannot be satiated

you are here - with me in the sensual churning waters lapping their way onto the shores of my soul
and in the rhymic push and pull of desire’s deepest tides

you are not gone - but here-

with
me