We Watched A Falling Star

 
 I was so tender-hearted 

when I loved you,

years ago in a Northern hamlet

by a glacial lake.
My hopes for love 

were still intact then

noble and sacred edifices

constructed from an ancient narrative;

grand yet vulnerable 

like the Buddhist statues at Bamiyan

before they were destroyed.
We watched 

that star fall together,

one night when we sat

in thoughtful companionship by the lake edge.

Deer crept stealthily through the pines behind us

and we watched it

swirl across the sky 

like 4th of July fireworks,

then plummet.
Now my heart knows

what can happen

to majestic things.
Though I no longer hope

for you,

I still 

remember

everything.

Letting Go

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My heart was quaking with fear
until you took my hand,
clandestinely beneath the sheets.

I realized
you were not actually trying
to hurt me.

I released
the breath
I was holding.

I let go.

Memories of being loved washed over me,
a soft wave of
comforting impressions.
And this moment blended in,
adding its vibrant colors
to the worn tapestry,
flecked with gold
and the warmth of your touch.

I relaxed into the night,
into the dreamtime journey
unfolding within
the ark of your bed
while you silently chanted your prayers
in an ancient sacred language.

In the dark,
you cradled my backside
within the cup of your palm,
painted roses
upon my skin
in slow circles
with the trace of your fingers.

You loosed the breaths
from my lips,
throaty and full.

I moaned
and cried
as my inner self
parted
and cracked open,
releasing The Unbearable Lightness…

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Letting Go

 

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My heart was quaking with fear
until you took my hand,
clandestinely beneath the sheets.

 

I realized
you were not actually trying
to hurt me.

 

I released
the breath
I was holding.

 

I let go.

 

Memories of being loved washed over me,
a soft wave of
comforting impressions.
And this moment blended in,
adding its vibrant colors
to the worn tapestry,
flecked with gold
and the warmth of your touch.

 

I relaxed into the night,
into the dreamtime journey
unfolding within
the ark of your bed
while you silently chanted your prayers
in an ancient sacred language.

 

In the dark,
you cradled my backside
within the cup of your palm,
painted roses
upon my skin
in slow circles
with the trace of your fingers.

 

You loosed the breaths
from my lips,
throaty and full.

 

I moaned
and cried
as my inner self
parted
and cracked open,
releasing The Unbearable Lightness of Being,
easing the weight
of my soul’s
dark burdens.

 

I let go.

 

That night
I felt strangely
like I could
trust you.

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Hungry Tigress

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In the Land of the Medicine Buddha,
I lay splayed
and comfortably feline
on the smooth wooden shaft of a felled tree,
staring up at your eyes,
the corona of branches
and pale blue sky
that you wore
like a halo.
You gazed down at me
in turn,
your stony face
filled with
unarticulated desire.

The afternoon was golden.

Seductive rhythms of sleep
enveloped us in their siren song
and we rested,
our eyes open still, alert,
feeling the warm caress of the sun,
straining to hear the imaginary bubbling of a dry brook.

My body was alive with the breath of nature.
As i lay there
inhaling your smoky, woodsy scent,
I felt the wild, restive elegance
of a lioness
rise within me,
her untamed feminine power.
I stretched my arms
and unwound the coils
of my spine with royal grace,
pointed my breasts
towards you.

Secretly:
I was the Hungry Tigress
of the Buddhist fable,
ready and waiting
to accept the sacrifice
of your ego,
to devour you
and change you
into something spiritually pure
by the discreet illusion
of my earthly need.

The sky,
peeking its light through the canopy of trees, yawned.
The hot arc
of the sun’s sweep across the day
lit a forest fire
upon the hollow tinder
of our bodies.

Our dreams flared
and like cats we jumped,
undulating and feral
in our movements,
reaching for each other, for the radiant heat of familiar embrace.

And so as faded prayer flags flapped in a quiet breeze
and old knotty Redwoods and Oaks watched,
we melted,
we burned;
we were transformed.