The Silent Gift Between Us

I knew you had come into the house.
I observed myself inching into the kitchen to find you,
creatively keeping my availability away.
Awkward wasn't I?
But you looked so beautiful.
Your skin soft, your arms, shaved head, and piercings-
I craved you instantly.

And you fearlessly gazing into this new body,
risking yourself.
I felt vulnerable,
watching my softness turn into aloofness.
Your masks are visible too.

Melting away the masks,
I stretched - we stretched-
and remained silent.
Remembering our work,
my discipline,
letting go into love,
falling into trust.

Your eyes may not have looked
upon my exposed physical body,
but I wanted to be free
of the chains which had bound me,
so I went into the direction of the intensity.
In silence I heard my stories
and like clouds in the sky,
I let everything pass through.
All masks, all judgments, all comparisons dropped-
trusting in our perfection.

Again you found me later,
on the couch overlooking paradise.
Inching as close as you could,
were you teasing me?
Our eyes closed.
It was just there,
you and I.
We dove into a sensual exploration
with energetic intensity,
a sensual electricity.
I thought,
'Is this what availability to life feels like?'

And again beside me,
amongst the many hands of our community,
you softly stroked mine,
and we mysteriously melted away the fears.
I witnessed between us all of Life
as the electric current of aliveness.

I am human.
I am a feeling body.
And I wanted you.
I lay in my sleeping bag as though in a waking dream.
I longed for you.

Our body electric.
This is the silent gift between us.

Exquisite Death

ashes to ashes
among the growing buds
nearly sprouting
a seed birthing

like fallen leaves
becoming nature's feast
when dissolving the old
all is healed

I Remember This Part Well

i remember kissing you
lips so soft
how we couldn't get enough
of loving each other
with foggy brains
and engulfed organs

how we would kiss and kiss
and kiss
lips puffy and swollen
until the hours passed us away
and the world around us
crept into their beds
into their dreams
all around us
sleep
and us?
awake
or perhaps asleep
eyes wide shut

you remember it well don't you?
shivering body
quivering body
each hair erect
naked
and we fell softly
side by side
interlacing
skin to skin
arms embracing

i remember this part well

The Places of Discipline

There are the very few who get to see the hopeless places,
the desperate places,
those little places moving me forward,
showing me everything sideways and backwards,
still catching and snagging me unconsciously
- now conscious.

I try every mind-filled strategy,
wishing to avoid the catastrophe,
waiting anxiously for an epiphany.
Silence.
Questions.

I know these places require my discipline.