for whatever they are worth . .
 
you know

how much

innocence

don't stop

Lioness of the Forest - part I    /    part II

do stop

Ernesto

You

thank Goddess

flying lawn chairs

the rainbow

scared little pussycat

the bastard

the flights not having been flown

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you know
you know,
you . .
yoniquely wonderful
crazy
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yoni.
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are we travelling a way
and to a place 
from where there is
no way back?
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our demands on trust
pegged so high 
that we will
need to teach.
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"are you my teacher?"
leading me 
where you need to go?
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how much is 
_______closeness
_______touch
_______warmth
what we yearn for?
_______manifest love
______________love we can see
______________love we can smell
______________love we can eat?
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and when the heartbeat 
slows from the edge
can you stand 
_______how I hang up my pants
_______how I don't like washing the car
_______how I get nervous when you get quiet
_______how I wake up in the morning
______________slow but full of thoughts I want to share
_______how I become attached
_______how I trust we will find a parking space 
and
can you stand
_______how much I want of you?
everything!
and 
do you know 
that
_______by giving it all
______________you lose not a single breath of 
______________what makes you who you are
that instead
you are becoming more.
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_ INNOCENCE 
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innocence
childlike innocence
without it
there is no
getting to know
and to love
and to caress
and to lust for
and to bless
every inch of the one I love.
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innocence
childlike innocence
without it
there is no
letting myself and every inch of me
be known
and loved and caressed and lust tortured
and blessed by the one I love.
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I can give only of myself.
I am vulnerable.
I can be devastated.
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innocence
childlike innocence
without it
there is no reaching heights
where no mind interferes
- with my body and Her
- Her and my screams ten or a hundred or a thousand - we will never know
- Her and my tears - neither of sorrow nor of joy, but of being here
where no judgement asks
- if it's a pretty or a vulgar word we may mindlessly grunt countless times

childlike innocence and power.
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no judging
none at all.
no "shadow stuff"
but the power
in letting myself receive
and be driven
to where lust is becoming pain
and pain is merging into lust.
the power
in making you find yourself
in making you lose any control over yourself
as if tied
and at the mercy of my caresses.
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I can give only myself.

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if you don't stop us,
who will?
will I have to?
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"we can do anything we want"
scares you out of your wits.
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will whatever needs to happen
happen?
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the thoughts
already have consequences.
change us
right before our very eyes.
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your face is all the rest of you
in my hands
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your neck under all that hair
hours - just on your head,
your ears,
your shoulders,
"gently, gently"
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your hips
and your downward
heavy rump hips,
and my hands down your back
and again to your throat
and my hands
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"don't stop."

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_ Lioness of the Forest - part I
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innocence is
implies redemption,
you, in all your glory
Lioness of the Forest,
woman
me, exploring
wanting,
no need to do the "right" thing,
all curiosity.
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to cleanse you, every inch of you,
with my curiosity.
to treat you with lotions and potions
all of you.
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you do nothing but feel
and behold.
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think of going through everyday
holding all this.
think of every day, from now on
this being alive in you.
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as if that were all
that was going to be.
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but it won't.
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_ Lioness of the Forest - part II
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You, Lioness of the Forest
me, wanting.
all curiosity,
my curiosity.
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gently massaging down from your calves
until I have your heels in my hands.
one foot slides onto my lap
and lift the other to my face.
I crave as much for them as they crave for me
- my lips, my tongue, my teeth -
each of your toes,
to kiss them,
to let my tongue play in between them,
to take them into my mouth
and love them,
each one of them,
as if they were all of you
which they are.
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no need to do more than this 'til daybreak.
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do melt, do breathe,
the charged air of surrender.

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sometimes,
life is not only a river
but a stage.

intermission time.
you derserve a break.
do not strain your soul.

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_ Ernesto
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this is the story of someone whose name or gender,
nor voice or face 
we will ever know.
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this person did not know how to get along in this world,
did not know how to let others know
who she or he was and what she or he felt 
about him or herself
and the things around her/him. 
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not an adjusted member of society at all,
rather in permanent exile within.
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this person was what is generally called "crazy"
and was thus comitted to a psychiatric ward.
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good, bad, or indifferent, 
someone there decided 
to have the "crazy" people
craft teddybears.
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occupational therapy
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may I introduce . . . 
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Ernesto is one such creature, 
one of four that I know 
(Francesco, Alice, and Claudio are the others
Claudio is limping, hence his name).
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but Ernesto is the most expressive one,
growing daily in wisdom and inner beauty 
(he is smiling as I am writing this).
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occupational therapy?
rather therapy for the rest of the world?
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who is crazy?
who, in reality, is unable to communicate?
who is on the inside looking out?
who is on the outside,
incapable of insight?
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therapy for whom?
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shouldn't we learn to listen?
shouldn't we learn to talk?
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may I introduce . .?
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_ You !
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you may choose any name
yet you're still the same
deep in your heart
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wear what you will
clothing or names
I'll know you still
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deep in your heart
there are no games
there you are thine
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naked and nameless
trusting and shameless
deep in your heart
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She is shameless
thank Goddess.
without shame
I agree.
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we are the world
sit on my face
we are the moment
how was your ritual last night?
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will we go
where no love has gone before?
you know that,
without shame.
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_ flying lawn chairs

..it does make sense, after all.
                     except that I don't need a government
                     to tell the giraffes that I need to learn
                     to eat the gardenhose.  
                     because elephants tell each other
                     good bread every morning anyway
                     -- which is why they feel so good
                     and fly airplanes so well.
                     Ah, well, hairpins, I should have known ..
 


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tantric the tension
from horizon to horizon
the tension held and maintained,
a bridge of nothing but light
but spanning oceans.
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tantric the breath held,
a bridge of nothing but air,
to grow and to fill us,
connecting us with a taut string
resounding.
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we have met,
we have connected,
we walk our bridge of air and light
Goddess knows
we are one.
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and if we ever meet,
do you think that
-- knowing what we do --
we could not
. .
but face each other
look into each others eyes
feel the bridge of air and light
held by us
and not touch
dance
not touch
dance
dance
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dance
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I send you a (nearly) bottomless pit for all of Earth's tears,
I send you purposeless caresses,
stroke through your long hair
. . . but remember, I said "purposeless" . . .
just hold you
and, after a while
. . .
did I just hear a tentative purr?

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The Goddess, your Largeness
doesn't need Tantra.
The Dance awakens that "I am all womb world"
awareness in Woman.
Woman can worship Woman (without "hood")
Man can worship Woman.
Does my little girl Woman have enough Cuddle?
Always safe place, warm, pleasured,
I want the tears to go out of those eyes.

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action makes feeling
inititally we ignite
action, the log in the fireplace
when there is none
the flame dies down
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