Goddess Love

What do you think,

could we be free

together?

I see kitchen tables

stacked with mason jars,

kisses on the neck standing

in the kitchen,

boiling broths

and remedies,

holding you close,

your pulsing spine pressed to my chest

as you stir your magic

in well-loved

pots and pans,

that I remember from

lifetimes past,

whispering goddess love in your ear.

Climbing vines over the sink

and plants in their yummy earth,

birds in the flutter bath

chirping out

love songs

to their mirrors

and beyond

to the shying undergrowth,

I want

your mouth

on my mouth,

exchanging our

inner breaths,

mixing our starlights,

reading hidden stories

through eyes wide

and hands

to lips,

heavy.

Wide Octopus Stare

It felt so hollow lonely

in the marshes

of the underground,

my tentacles flapping in breezes,

intertwining arms with weeping willows

and bluebirds in fantastic flight.

There was a hole

in my eight-armed head,

one giant eye space

that just took it all in

with wide octopus stares

through your brainwaves

to the moonlight behind you

back down inside your veins

pumping fucking fire

which made me burn with pleasure.

And then I craved more than breath

to let my mouth fall on your skin

like foggy rain in the daytime,

my soft lips

on your fingertips,

caressing ever curve

pouring love down you

from the top of your spine

to feet.

I wanted to take tea

with your fears and tears,

hold them until

they were soothed to sleep,

shed some light on

the shadow sides of the masks

you wear so well.

But after a time of unlearning

the cityscapes,

I came from the womb

of the reaper,

again,

shuddering

down to my bones,

felt called to the spirit world,

looking through walls

to heaven

and enjoying all my space there,

ebb like water to find that

home feeling again

back here between the inky words,

the worlds colliding,

universes flirting with each other,

big smiles,

the steps on the pavement,

dances at 4 oclock in the morning,

tethered to the headboard

with a prayer.