FOUR DAYS

Four days, great winds awaken our bodies

Redesigning the inner landscape of soul,

Tree and well feed from the rain

Of mixed tears and shared saliva.

Words are whispered from the life force,

Narratives spoken in ancient caves,

Become caress on your flickering tongue.

Together at last gliding swan, black sheep

Greedy vulture and serene flying eagle.

Fingers find home with willing fingers,

Skin tastes salty as the Mediterranean Sea,

Desire fertilizes the dark musty ground.

Inside the depth of the giving earth,

Worms and jasmine, rot and lilac in the same embrace,

This is the innocence of belonging forgotten.

Home is in the meeting, home is the moment of

Remembrance in the arms of the Goddess.

Male and female in me rise to your touch

Searching for opposites within each other.

At times I play with the woman in you

Juicy, ripe, yielding and submissive.

Ancient mysteries written on skin,

Revealed in the heat of evening shadows.

Sometimes I am the rock split by time

Surrendered, opening under your lips.

You are aggressive, thrusting yet adoring.

Feel how hungry we are, I eat you alive

Like a conqueror and like a slave,

I hurt you with birthing tenderness.

Every single cell, lingam and yoni

Joining, dancing under the waterfall.

The drought of shame is over,

Be forever born to the sensual song.

Receptive and creative, man and man

Woman and woman, discover the Other.

Man and woman, Woman and man

Fragility and trust beyond the gender wars.

jhs July 2005