The Wind – Fellowship of the wind –

“It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers.”

– Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man’s Fear

 

I could feel the strength of the wind.

Fresh, dark, mystical wind.

On the shadowed side of the steep mountains,
clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.

Strange feeling, exhilarating yet,
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.

Smells, fresh, moist, sounds of a tree,
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.

How is it that I fit in this mystery?
How is it I’m taken by this wind?
Like a seed carried away from my past,

by an ever present but constantly changing wind,

Dropping me pleasantly down

to finish my here and now.

Brother wind and I take flight.

Also published in Broowaha

First published in Opinions Of Eye

10022011

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The Possession of Jay Be

“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise 

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You weren’t supposed to be there gliding and playing

with the twirl and spin of music dancing and hiding

playfully dodging the inquisition of mind.

Beside the crazy love of fools I’m drinking and dreaming

pouring lasting shots of you in the spinning and flowing

gracefully shaking your skirt in the chill of eve.

I thought to measure long the soul of leaving and fawning

by shear force of the mystical wind forcing and holding

tenderly with gypsy delight you possesses me.

We Are One – Intimate fusion of we

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison

 

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I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head

The other, finding its way down the silken trails 

of your neck, your breasts, your hips

Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly 

finding all of you

My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,

Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate

Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,

I join with you, deep in your love, 

my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,

Drawing a touch of red from my excitement

We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us

Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing

Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo, 

hypnotic, enticing

I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement, 

an appetite for more of me

Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy

Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed 

with its white hot glow

The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together

Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,

We are one

Also published in Broowaha

12292011