Temple Oracle

Stumbling
over me
I am not ready
for distribution

I am
An unfinished metaphor
of the heart
lines that trace wisdom through time

I become your broken kōan
your uncertain allegory

Paraphrase me over the years
unable to make sense of my stories

Let me be your tangled prose
your tortured parables

I am
unready
but that does not matter

So out I go
into the night

unready
unfinished
yours

Here is a toast to the rebels and visionaries who know what it is like to be a performer.

Words projected out to humbled ears of the waiting crowd as I become my own poem, projected.

The container of my art transforms into a place where my heart can spring forth, ready to be vulnerable.

If all things are permissible in the name of the sacred or the stage, what happens after the curtains fall?

I struggle for my lines and cannot find the voice for improve over the roaring world called life.

A great bard once said that all the worlds a stage and so it must become true and clear.

The lights come up and I raise a toast to those brave enough to stand before the lights.

When the performance comes to an end, I will take my bow and thank you all.

For holding space.

For holding me.

You hold my hand across the veil,
drenching my spirit in wisdom.

We are the stuff the stars are made of.
I open my eyes to that truth

Ten pointed mysteries, wrap around me
Ruby, iron, pearl and beyond.

Let me lock lips with your beauty.
Fill my being with all you hold to light.

Black is your innocent heart
and I laugh up every illuminated morsel.

I dipped my toe into the wetness
feeling myself, dive down into the waves

Splashing then swimming. I caress the water
longing for each drop on my skin.

Blossoms bloom; into my eternal power
shining a smile from the cosmic flame.

Let forth the dappled light
of the tree upon your sleeping skin
leaves scattered like Cumae’s visions
upon your dreaming flesh

Last night we were bathed in reverie
paths we have not yet taken
and lovers not yet taken to bed
finding hope what we call possibility

You rode atop me charging prayers
cum soaked benedictions to tomorrow
awakening each inhalation echoing lust
shuttering at my touch

Longing for our blessings born
for sun and the dancing forms below
screaming our yet to be
toes curling as shallow breath rings out

What is a prayer but a noble truth
lit with will and needful bound
palm to palm and cock to cock
singing take me in and make me true

your murder takes flight
across skin and skies
awaiting
the next battle
between us

You were sleeping on one side of your pain
Curled up with suffering like a pillow

Racked by this love in an empty bed
Each of us sleeps here alone

Turning to the space between us
Hands reach out into the loneliness

We fought with each stroke
Devouring furious kisses on a hunger strike

What shape is misery in this lust
Erupting in a howl of empathy

Breasts and hands struggle in the dark
Enemies on each side of the sheets

Rushing through solitude in your company
Sumptuous stars spinning on their heels

We become our own callous conclusion
Forgiving no one with each turn

Our lips pushed
the moon into submission
waxing and waning
in a cloak of night
certain of what was to rise

How might I give recompense
for kisses shed
like leaves from a tree
as normal as nature
seasons in their time

How might I gain forgiveness
for nothing wronged
a sea of sensuality
embracing the waves
foam bobbing to the shore

Our time was
what it was meant to be
and I will not bend
my bloodied knee
to beg in defense

We share a breath
a lament cast to the zephyr
heavens open wide
to our dissolutions
our worlds laid to waste

I wipe the slate clean
of our violent beauty
the passions we never held

Hundreds of stars in your palm
offered up to me
inhaling the universe in a premonition

The smiles we never had
glimmer in your need
gifts for me alone

We untangle
thin strands that never mattered
as lightness descends

I speak through the fractured mouths of a thousand caves
shining brilliantly in the darkness
Reaching out into time
let me touch upon the never was
the always must be

They come to me
a stumbling river
rumbling across the stones of a crumbling edifice
Forgotten walls
inlaid with the stories of fate
forgotten to poisoned fingers and linen ligaments

Yesterday we foretold a tale of broken hearts
needful gods lapping at their ancient wounds
Voices spoke of rumors
over and over again
echoing across the empty plains

Here we find ourselves
find myself shuttering at your touch
Divinity reached its voice out through piercing screams
speaking hear my words
here my words
torn open like a wound

Turn once more to the temple oracle
face the dreams we dared not dream
Once more we turn
answering the call
of what might be once more

Opening wide
your starry thighs
to me
as my hands
tremble with the thought
of you

You lay
languidly back
as I lay out our course
nervous of what
you will think
of my tribute

Black latex
slides down
over each finger
snaps into place
as you look up
grant me a smile

Hands lube wet
palm to palm
in lovers prayers
as eye catches eye
and I stop
to stare

I take you in
as finger at a time
you take me
into your cavern
your secret realms
breath by breath

Clench and release
you make room for me
in your life
I coach you
let me in beautiful one
taking this path together

Each grunt
builds on the last
until at last
you open up
rosebud
blooming in my palm

Birthing goddess
welcoming god
I stop caring
as my hand rests
inside your root
and comes alive

Pulse to pulse
my fingers
reach up
caressing eternity
in your creative womb
from the inside

Both of our heads
roll back
tears streaming
clenching down
in time
with my heart

Let me worship
this moment
of vulnerability
bowing low
your servant
before the sling

Your spark inside
explodes
before my eyes
each breath
an eternity
in the thunderous sky

You writhe
divinity unfurling
quaking in my hands
rain streaming
down both
of our flushed cheeks

I pull away
moment at a time
until you release me
trying so desperately
to hold onto
this moment

Opened wide
your starry thighs
I am stripped away
as my hands
tremble at the loss
of being inside you