Words of Eros

succulent rose petals of honey taste
my lips bold in satisfaction
the essence of another human dripping into my soul
heavens rip open their gates
the concrete fades and law and order
dissipate under the weight of  
the quick brush of two arms passing by
another, for a moment uniting
one four part limb given existence by
the sensuous favor
that drives limbic systems to reign over the brain’s cortex of logic
and fact
and perception
simplify,
simplify,
simplify
all into sensation
let logos die with the troubled soul
and eros be the law for the living.
 
serene blue agitates into growing red
so frustrated
burns stronger, stronger, stronger
the sunset fully consummates the energy
shows only black for the night
until normal blue returns to the lust again
RED, RED, RED.
 
oh Inanna, goddess that dances the dances
at a gate, your shirt lays
at another outpost of journey you lay your jewels
all in a dance
RED, RED, RED
I can’t seem to think
my life is primal
you’re my queen
full lady of my arms
softness, softness
welcome intensity
warm lady from afar
from the land of sun
I know why  
you are also the goddess of war
now free the feeling.
 
rubbing integration
no segregation
tell me what is not one
if I believe that we are one and we touch
are we not one if we both believe
press harder on into the edges of the soul
push deeper, deeper, deeper into the unconscious world
until nothing is fact or understood at all
within the land of the spiritual.
 
chime go the bells of my desire
flaming truth seething in my thighs
holy river of release—mine
or maybe yours
or maybe another being that is with us now
yes, it must be Him,
the Sun,
and Her,
the Moon,
moving with us now
rising and falling from and behind the mountains
 
the peak of the round and complete and womanly
the sun pierces into the scope beyond  the mountains
where rests the flowery synclinal folds
that we call valleys of delight
and then goes moon stripping itself from where rested the sun
becoming an entity of herself
quickly day comes and sun falls
down hard again as it had eagerly desired
the peak of the round and complete and womanly
the plumps, the sharp whites and the snake that cause me to speak
speak wet biting language to the peak of the round
Inanna has found her lover
take me down to the underworld.
 
black breaking beats of heavy stores of desire
dark bountiful bosomy thrusts of throbbing moist blustery passion
that uses the body
to do its brutish bidding
but what is the desire of desire?
to easily bring its servants
to the benign humble moments
after sensation gives way to the clear night
and two humans are one beneath the stars.