Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I can quiet my mind for you so I can hear the quiet reverberation of your inner longing. But why can't I hear the whisper of your heart? Am I trying too hard to know your secrets? You tell me with your words that you are an open book. So why do I hear silence when I listen to your heart? I press my head against your chest, I shut my eyes, but all I hear is the quiet percussion of your beautiful beating heart. Yet, I want more! When will my mind stop causing me to misinterpret your truth? How can I get close to it? When will I get to truly know you? I long for the moment when I can sacrifice all my worldly desires to know the truth, the secret, your intimacy.. In to me... See? With the gentle caress of fingertips passion, I can only begin to desire every moments tactility. With the genial, soft, rhythmic, tender motion of lingual beauty, I am incited to dream of the way my palate will thrill by your luscious zest. And with the sweet cool breeze of your noxiously enthralling scent, I will be propelled into a universe that is only shared by Gods, and lesser gods, and those who excite by the very scent of passion. God has told me her secrets, I have experienced the gift of the unknown, the passion of an erotic God which too many shun. I know the equation with which all creation is vested with. Shhh! Quiet! Can you hear her cries of longing, her wails of passion. They torment me in the night, the way she croons in ecstasy. She is calling me, she is calling me to her. She wants to share a little more of her secret. She wants me to discover in her what she refuses to show the world. So that I may be the one to share it. These words are worthless. They are sad attempts at exemplifying something so pure and beautiful, so powerful and orgiastically divine, that they can none but fail. Still words are all we have, until I have the chance to awaken in you something before words, beyond words, and with words to attempt to express you will find only one... a calling out, a croon for the divine herself.. Forget this! I don't want to hear anything at all. I want to feel the pulsations of your desire. I want to taste the sweet nectar of your overflowing exuberance. I want to hear a harmonic vibration of every cell of your being, in a chorus of love for the divine. And I want to smell a smell so sweet only a being so full of longing for the divine could produce. I want to breathe in your exhale. And see you move with the rhythm of the waves caressing the sand of a beach in heaven. I sit patiently waiting for you. I want to seduce your cosmic mind, kiss your holy heart, and make love to your sacred soul. Oh God, I want to know your flaws, so I may know your truest beauty. I want to dream you again and again.
