I feel you exist in the eden of my longing. I know you were created as the masterpiece of my mind. I always look to the horizon to find you. Step into the light you creature of the divine, step to my side so we can resign, you and I, will you be mine? Come closer sweet goddess, come closer. I can hear your music, can I be the composer? Look at this flawless structure, what heavenly design. Oh come here gorgeous darling, so we may combine, as one. Your movements entice, your smile invites, your eyes delight, your mind precise, your light so bright, the very thought of you ignites.. a flame in my heart, a fire in my mind, a blaze in my soul. I am losing control. I am lost. Lost in the labyrinth of my heart. I am searching in their eyes, oh the stories to be told, but it all matters not, for I can not say look I have found her, this marvelous beauty I now behold. still, I know you are there... but where?

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.

You leave me speechless with the mere thought of your embrace. I am high by the dream of your perfection. I can do nothing but put myself to sleep with a labor of self love that only you can incite in me. After which I am swept away to a land of infinity where I am able to see you and touch you with my heart. This dream is so real, I can see you... My dear "you" are a poem. I have discovered a beautiful Poem and all at once my world is turned upside down, I have discovered an alluring Poem, turning some darkness into light, I have discovered a marvelous Poem analogous to finding comfort in the night. A Divine Poem! A Sublime Poem! A Fine Poem! An I want to make mine Poem! A dream of being intertwined with Poem! A not just any 'ol five line Poem! This is an "Alive" Poem! -let me rephrase- This "Poem" is actually alive. Living, Breathing, capable of loving you back. Even giving you a lovely whack in the head- with her beauty. Yes, this poem is a she. I guarantee. A soft, tender, woman of a goddess. What's another word for ensnare, oh yea, entrap... Yours is a trap I would gladly walk into. And I will, and I do. Falling into your trap leads my heart to blaze. It has made me mad with desire. In this madness, I search for you in the garden, the perfect flower amongst the thorns. The fire of my passion, clears the way to you. I have found you, as my canvas.. And only the most delicate intricate masterful brushstrokes, with only the most vibrant paints, and the deepest passion my heart could conjure up. With the brush slowly caressing the contours of the canvas with incredible detail and perfect pressure. Highs and Lows and Plateaus. Long strokes of deep color, short fast strokes of perfect hues. An enveloping radiance that shines out into the entire universe. The finished product would be a masterpiece that would outlive the greatest artworks of history and would bring awe to canvas and artist alike, for only these two to share in the ecstasy of their creation. My heart is racing, my whole body is pulsating with the thought of you in ecstatic rapture. It is a quiet storm, what is the source of this magnetism? This dream is too much for me to handle, I can smell you although I cannot touch you, I can feel you although I cannot see you, I need completion I need fulfillment, my body is screaming your name, and I am making myself dizzy in ecstasy for you. I am imagining all the wonderful experiences we will share and all the delicious things I will do to you... I want to lay you down in a bed of flowers, and delicately remove yor crown of roses. I can do nothing but stare into your eyes, while my hands are out of my control combing their fingers through your hair.. and caressing the beautiful contours of the face that I have been searcing for. Moment by moment moving closer to your whole being, closer to your lips, closer to your heart.. I can do nothing but surrender to the longing of my body reaching out for you. If the moment ever comes that my lips touch yours, I will quiver in ecstasy. Slowly these hands that I no longer recognize as my own slip to lightly touch and caress your hips and then fall down between your legs. Kissing, pulsations, vibrations, crazy energy, and complete rapture. My finger glide between your thighs as my electric fingertips carefully move to instill the most gentle pressure on the most perfect flower in all the world. slow circles, slowly but surely allowing your delicate bud to whisper what it wants, "slower, faster, more pressure, less pressure, yes, like that, dont stop" and your mouth never has to say a word, your body tells me all I need to know.. besides I am not letting you stop kissing me.... my soft fingertips can only dream to feel your inner world, and send beautiful lights of pleasure up your spine, to a place that was created by the divine, by you. Your lips slip between my fingers, and meanwhile, you are so paralyzed by this insane pleasure that you didnt even realize that I wasnt kissing you any more and my tongue and lips are happily working their way down your neck to your nectar giving nipples. My tongue is gently circling your nipples, light kisses, tiny soft nibbles, sweet sucking, and perfect pleasure for us together... Dont forget where my soft masterful fingers are... it is so perfect, more perfect that you have ever been touched before, it is as if you are touching yourself... after a few minutes of worshipful kisses over every morsel of your being, all the way up to your belly button, then your mouth, because I cant stand being away from those lips.. and then back down.. My mouth so velvetly takes you into it and holds it on my tongue in a dizzying array of feelings that you didnt dream possible... you are screaming in ecstasy.. and after a few more of these dangerously insane moments of pleasure.. I awake! knowing that this is your gift to me. You my divine woman.. my goddess.. God.. This is your gift to all of creation. So Sacred, So Divine.. Damn she is fine!

The ocean sang to my soul the other night "don't leave me alone here, don't let me go, it gets so lonely when you are not in my presence." Sitting at your shore, looking out over the horizon, what is it that is looking back? If it is true that we exist as the mirror, as well as the face in it, we are essentially looking back at ourselves looking... Our lives can be filled with missed moments of reflection. Times when it was the clearest, we did not receive the lesson, it is time we started paying attention to the messages we can receive, by just looking out, and looking in... We have our own mirror, mirror, on the wall, unfortunately it is not just there to tell you that you are the fairest of them all--though you are. When you are presented with one of those moment with which you are presented with a blank cursor, just sing--your heart out! When life gives you sunny days, go to the beach. Where else will you have the chance to see the universe in a grain of sand? Do you want God's love? Hear it? Feel it? Know it? Do you want to be comforted by the rhythmic melody of mother earth? Seduced by the melodious wanton calls of the sirens themselves? Enthralled by the Desert Rose herself? Just sit, and listen... to the Divine--the crashing of the waves at the shore. I am here in my heart--wherever I am. I am walking the path of endless probabilities! I cannot help but be excited by the mere fact that you exist. Out of an endless ocean of limitless energy and possibilities, there you appeared at my shoreline, on my horizon, and I on yours, you "popped" into my life, with a wink. There is a reason humankind has valued the energetic importance of crystals throughout time. A crystal is a representation of a singular manifestation of a limitless probability! Not even God knows what is in store for us, let alone having our future predetermined, or destined. Our destination is constantly kaleidoscopically morphing right in front our our eyes, as well as the eyes of God. We are living the choices moment to moment, that are bringing us closer to our crystallized future moments and final destination(s), we do this before and after the moment... Did you somehow believe the false reality that has been pawned off as truth--that time is linear? I am creating this very moment, as well as every moment I have shared in ecstasy with you, throughout all of eternity... whichever direction you are looking. With 11 sides to every story, some even folded into the next, it really does depend on which way you are looking at it, in time and space. I am the mirror, as well as the face in it. God is the laser, the holographic plate, as well as the holographic image itself. Lover, Loving, and Loved as ONE! A microcosm of a macrocosm of a cosmic-ism called the here and now, wherever, whenever, and in what dimension, here and now is? But still you are here, in my minds eye, in my heart, in my soul... And it rocks! Not in a MTV way, more in a desert rose way... Not even God know what is in store! It has been left for us to explore... which is all I want to do--with you.

Moonlight kissed my face and "I" smiled! Wherefore art thou so sorrowful, when you may have the moon as your lover? With sweet moonlight kisses given, how can one be ireful, I ask? I hear you cry, "life, a countenance more in sorrow than in anger!" But you may have the moon as your lover, and with a lover so experienced, what is there to wonder? Do you not hear the moon calling you in her ecstasy, remember this: the love she gives is universal, genderless, and free... Can you hear the music of this love? I hunger for this love, don't you? I say, if music be the food of love, with the moon I shall play on... This play of love is the divine play of shiva, shakti, a play of sensuality, sexuality, spirituality, of a divine decree a reality of a reality of loves ultimate guarantee no man or woman could ever provide, to a tolerable degree! But don't trust me! I, hopelessly romantically in love with she! What an orgy! The moon, me, and all of thee... To want to have this love alone is an insanity plea. I will chase her shadow toward the sea... forever entranced.. I her abductee! So many words to be written when nothing could suffice, for all the words, and all of my life, could do nothing to begin to describe the plight of a true lovers undivided right to give. Lord, what fools these mortals be! There are no words for me to write, no lines for me to recite, do not believe in me, or think that I am right. Just ask the moon, she left me lying there naked in plain sight. The course of true love never did run smooth!

Rolling thunder and liquid sun, enchanted days come and gone. Happy moments, blissful nights, vexatious days, this moon and those endless stars. Failing words pound your chest, all rising to a poets end! The poet comes. The poets comes. He waits for you to bring the sun. Wondering why the sky is blue? Parading his words as if they were something new. Wishing, hoping, praying. Attempting to mend the days of prideful joy, seeking a lover, only to tear apart—this visionless ploy. Dark clouds in the distance, wouldn’t you like to know! The sun shines, though no one is listening, now awakened by the patter of children. Awoke! He cries, and breaks down into an ocean of Alice’s tears, while the rabbit counts his blessings—a heart full of want, desire, passion, and countless nights of pleasure that only a poet could write about. Wouldn’t you like to know! Or is the fantasy enough? An Enchantment! Hearts beating, tongues dancing, sweat rolling down his chest, skin awakened by her fingertips soul, toes curl, their hearts unfurl, eyes close, love opens, penetration comes only when the lock is broken—moist, dew—Do you want me? Wet hot silence! Screams, moans! Oh! the things she would say! Hearts beat faster, universes collide, stars collapse tearing down the walls of our pride. A moment of your embrace takes years off my life. A drop of your lovemaking keeps me alive. DON’T STOP FUCKING— ...MY MIND!

“I want to catapult you into infinity,” said the boy. “I want for you to soar in the oceans with the dolphins. I want you to glide in the sky with the birds. I want you to experience freedom and passion, and I want you to remember my words.” “Share with me your sweetness, share with me your rhyme, share with me a piece of your mindfulness, and share with me your time.” The girl went on and on about what she wanted from him. “You give me your heart, I want your soul. You give me your caring, please give me your whole– existence.” The boy had this to say to his idol: “To me there is no greater pleasure–I want for you to know– than to love you like I love no other, to love you soft and sweet, to love you alone, not another, will make me this: complete.” The girl replied, with a look in her eye, the girl replied, and was not shy. “My heart is yours if you promise me this: wipe my tears when I have not the courage, hold me in your arms when I feel alone, bathe me in your kisses, cover me in your sweet words, caress me with your loving touch, and allow my heart to be as free as the birds.” The boy humbled himself with this solemn vow: “My dearest woman, if I must die to myself to live for you, then this is what I must do. If I must kneel down to kiss your feet, then this is the action that will make my life sweet. If I have to search through an endless night, then with shadow and light I will put up a fight. To the ends of the earth, to the farthest reaches, from the moment of our birth, to cosmic beaches–-I will go. If this is what will keep the fire in your heart aglow, if with this a smile on your face I could bestow, then I will make it so, with no need for any quid pro quo.” The girl smiled and kissed the boy. For this boy, there was no greater joy.

~John Shepherd III