Lust and playfulness this night will stroke the hearth of a woman
Stoking deep, beyond the gate’s embrace
Riddled with ecstasy, like knowledge sought
Seekers will hold in their sighs to satiate fierce love
Wild and lush for the inhibition has left her:
She is no more a servant to a master’s whim…
Now she wears a cunning girdle,
Her symbol is the myrtle wreath
Whilst He is regeneration,
Her own divine handsome youth
I seek the current of a little known estuary,
Where my tide’s tongue shall tickle the fruit of your grove…
Conquer each blissful rivulet!
Fancy the taste and wander my hero, down alone!
Give me yet eternity, before you hammer home!
I sink beneath the waves to bless
Why ever would I leave this worthy cove
But there are other fires sent in this dart!
And I too long the spear and shaft,
Of the God that lives within, he calls…
Bring then your face to reason mine own…
Rise champion; nourish my lips
True instrument of woman’s honest love
From the arms-fold and embrace,
I will bathe within, your eyes
I watch them search of starry sky…
As I spear the hearth of your shrine
I meander my form like a stream…
Through ecstasy I ebb toward
Our union: both of us beneath
Great constellations whose salt bequeathed
In time our forms will be figurines to keep
Yet in our ever-present, enlivened is the flesh;
For the marble of tomorrow is this day, divine
You are firm as eroded stone!
Embrace the living breath that stirs the soul and sways the bone!
Send your shaft deeper so I may feel the hilt
And now turn around, audacious is fortune,
My turn to serve your throne…
Truth is love and love is lust and lust and love are drunken whole…
Leaving no fingers, lips or hands, lonely to their course
Glory is the sword stood erect!
Of which I nurture firm between these lips
Never silent, I send playful nonchalance your gaze…
And a fountain of seed, I spill between my fangs
Moved is the life of the Earth’s own dirt to the towering heights of bliss!
The amorous God – master of the rut – resembles now a Man
No God shifts form but lives within; a mirror to His youth and virulence
And the Queen of lust, of seduction and all earthly ecstasies!
Echoes now in the flesh of Woman, who wears wild the myrtle flower
And their dance in the grove, their ploughing in pastures, is eternal
For such is the greatness of the mirror that destines the great Gods.
© Sam R Geraghty
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