Temple Oracle

You caress
my second skin
tanned by a process
that has left me changed

You penetrate
my shielded spirit
battered by a life
that has left me bruised

Polish me
to a high shine
my love
a high shine

Let me reflect
upon my journey
my love
upon my journey

You massage
my exposed hide
scraped and scarred
that has left me gaurded

You infiltrate
my bare being
vulnerable and trembling
that you see me unveiled

As you polish me
to a high shine
my love
a high shine

Two fingers slide in
as I push back
against my identity

You open wide
on starry thighs
goddess
god
lover

somewhere here
far away
you open up
and share your cosmos with me

I become part of your spiraling dust
I am rock and ice
haunting echoes
of your pulsing pulsar lust

I breathe in your solar systems
I am asteroids and planets
flaring heat
of your sun rising eternal

I sink into your inky darkness
I am meteors and rings
orbiting hopes
of your uncharted universe

I share my cosmos with you
opened up
so close
we become intertwined

I become your lover
god
goddess
my own starry thighs
opened wide

The scent
of espresso in the air
floods me with your fingertips
pressing down
on plastic
metal
grounds
and my lips

Let me linger on your tongue
poured fresh
with my need for you

Invite me down your throat
welcome me in
to recharge your spirit

Drink me in
creamy and sweet
hazelnut and rich roast

The scent of my grandfather’s home
The smell of your breath each morning
The taste of our loving
our loving
cup
after
cup

My arms wrap
around the nothing
of the space between us

Spaces
paces away
you breathe me
into your prayers

How do we
open up
into the veins
of our desire
you ask

I bare my neck
and bear your fangs
slipping in

It poured like rivulets
down the small of backs
under arm pits
on upper lips
as we climbed
climbed
to the gold of our hearts
alchemy of sweat
side by side

Getting started is the hardest part for me when we speak
we speak of miracles.

The touching points of deity upon our lives
a breath
a light switch
a powering on from somewhere
a gift.

If I were to pronounce you a miracle
what would you say -

thousands of switches and connections
thrown into chorus to bring you here
to me.

A laugh
a sigh
a tear rolls down rather than crying out
YES this
Yes
this miracle.

A miracle forgotten like that light switch
taken for granted.

Taking for granted is the hardest part for me when we speak
we speak of miracles.

on our way to Avalon
we had no barge to row our way
across the lake
to find the lady there

Just the two of us
curled up against the fog
stowaways
hoping for forgiveness

we trespassed our way
into the holy lands
of our yesterday
of each others arms

finding our way
across the lake
to find ourselves
forever

Words streaming down
a river
a rocky bed
far from the falls

Until
over the hill
I see
the rushing white

Splattering down
the ledge welcoming
the stillness below
our awe

The smoke rose up
like curly grey
locks of hair
as I thought
of You