I had never seen anything like this before…
Her eyes slide to the side as passion moves her,
Our hearts beating in synch, our breathing matched.
I do know what to do. I always have.
How slow to go, where to be,
Knowing I bask in the safety of how much she needs me.
I give her everything she asks for – she does not need to speak –
Her eyes tell me, drawing me inside, pupils opening wide, wider,
Black replacing color, like entering a cave, moist and inviting.
This will never be boring, but always exciting.
Is the roar if hear, I feel, from our blood pulsating,
Or ocean waves soaring?
Sometimes I have glimpses of what used to be,
My life from before, or what is coming,
Swiftly, sharply seen brightness, like sunlight glancing off water running.
So clear and sure it comes to me,
The knowing like when everything slips right into place, all as it should be.
The love of my life came to me more than once, twice, thrice, countless times,
Each better, deeper, wilder.
I feel it like new green growth bursting from the earth, magic flowing,
But this time I may say no.
I do not have to rush, leap headlong into the abyss.
If love is true, I can take my time.
If love is real, it will not miss.
We can take a slower dance,
while I learn the rhythm of your heart and the truth of your mind.
Not one thing left to chance,
Until I know no lie lurks inside,
And our hearts open like the first time.
QUARTET OF NEW LIFE
Tiny jewels of being just born,
Golden orbs, cuddling, huddling together.
Holding each other so tightly,
While a few brave ones start their journey, helping the rest,
So sure and capable, though just hatched.
Humans hate you, but I love you For the treasures you are — tiny beautiful perfect
Old growth primordial forest,
Tallest trees in the world,
Ancient deep green, roaring creek, radiant flowers,
glowing ferns everywhere,
and there, easily missed amongst the height of the trees,
I see them,
Looking right at me,
Hissing, cuddling together,
Rare, endangered babies,
Oh these tiny creatures,
Soft beyond belief,
Full of life, and oh so open to love.
Exquisite little hands hold me,
While sweet eyes look into mine,
Tiny tongue covers my lips with kisses,
Such kindness, wisdom, and capacity for self-sacrifice.
Why would any fool fear or hate you,
Or despise your innocent little tails?
I know squirrel love but these perfect beings, I have bonded with –
I almost step on her in the shadowed light.
Exquisite colors and patterns so bright.
Darting sweet black tongue – Such a frightened little one.
Does she know that with one strike of her tiny mouth, she could kill anyone who dares threaten her?
Fog of loneliness flows along the growing chill of the night air.
Halloween time again and I hope for ghosts.
So many ghosts I long to see, to feel, to hear,
To be with again.
If they visit, I do not know of them.
But other shadows come instead in this darkness.
It is an interesting evening.
First, the magnificence of such a fancy person,
With her long fluffy tail and her exquisite
Black and white patterns.
My gentle skunk friend visits every night and sometimes I touch her.
Then the other shadows come, shyly at first,
Hesitant, but so curious, growing bolder.
Such beauty in this night,
Little ghostly forms like small pale bears.
I greet them and feel the softness of their
Tender leathery hands holding my hands.
I love their intense earnest faces.
No tricks from these clever masked brave bandits.
Just pure treat in their little hands so sweet,
And wise gleaming dark eyes that hold mine.
The time of longing between feeling love
and that first touch is well worth the wait.
Even when you don’t know how
much longer you can take
– such aching inside –
Does she feel the same?
How can this be?
No lies here –
Your eyes meet,
each seeing the love
sparking the fire of passion wildly,
Breathing quickens, deepens,
Knowing the desire shared –
No longer alone in it.
The irises of her eyes widen –
No end to their depths –
Pulling you inside –
Oh god –
Her love mirroring yours –
Needing, knowing, feeling such yearning –
Both reaching, both finding –
The love sweeps you along –
Hearts melting, fires burning –
Like a dance, the circle of balance
Turning over and over, spinning,
Flowing one into the other
And back again.
Wanted and wanter,
Desired and desirer,
Loved and lover.
Not just one, but together –
Not just me, but you –
I am not ready to commit myself to a lifetime,
You told me quietly.
Yet I want to wrap my love around you throughout this cold night,
While you hold me oh so tightly.
It’s all right – it doesn’t have to last longer than
The orange flicker of this candlelight.
Or we can go alone together
Where we hear the roar of the ocean,
Its midnight mist moistening our faces,
Salty brine inside and out,
While meteors shoot across the dark sky
Of this new moon,
No other light blocking our way,
And soon we smell the blossoms unfurling
Their flavor only in this quiet of night.
We can take this path to see where it will lead.
We can kiss until our hearts melt.
And for these hours you can be mine
While knowing I am yours.
We can take it one night at a time.
Electricity coming off you,
Sparkling like blue light,
Like an ethereal wine, shocking,
That, is what I’ve been missing
In this search of mine.
Settling is not even considered.
This is where love can become a drug.
And I’ve been that way before.
Ah, but that magic beginning.
Nothing can compare,
Where we glance and
Then dare to look –
Directly at each other.
Neither turns her eyes away
In fear or embarrassment.
That is a very good sign.
My god, the depths here.
I can’t see the bottom.
There is no bottom,
This could be a love of friendship,
A love of equals.
This could be the thrill of a lifetime.
So much potential
and we’ve yet to touch.
No needing to remind oneself
To stay in the Now.
When with you,
There is nothing but Now.
There is so much.
I can see that remembering to eat,
Could become a serious problem.
Do we care?
Not when we dare to share
This kind of love.
Bev Jo –