February 17, 2009 at 3:08 am · Filed under Philosophy, Ramblings and tagged: belonging, heat wave, human condition, maslow, modern world, needs, reach out, safety, self-actualization, souls, thread-count, touch, touch someone
Our lives in the modern world are just too damned easy. Maslow was off the mark. After taking care of our basic needs, need for belonging, safety and all, we don’t have time for self-actualization. We’re too busy checking the thread count on our sheets. Well, not all of us.
“Bring me something hot to drink” teaches us a lesson about the human condition. In a world in which we can be so particular, there’s nothing like a heat wave to show us what’s really important.
If only we thirsted for each other the way we thirst for something hot on a cold day or something cold on a hot day, we just might reach out and touch someone, and grow for having shared our souls.
December 10, 2008 at 3:56 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: age, back, call, chest, ear, fear, grip, hands, lips, long distance breakups, love, lust, nails, passion, reason, teeth, tongue, touch, voice
I wanted to call you tonight,
to hear your voice low in my ear
one last time,
to feel your voice grip me from afar,
but I believed you when
you told me never to call again.
You may not have meant it.
When you said
“It’s over. Leave me in peace,”
you may have meant
“I love you,
and I need you to call me to prove your love,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it,
because I believed you.
I hope you didn’t mean it,
because I still love you.
Our fear of loving each other isn’t fear at all.
It’s all the miles and years between us
and a little bit of reason pretending to be fear,
but what place does reason have in love.
I wanted to touch you tonight,
to feel your lips on my lips,
your tongue on my ear,
your teeth on my chest,
your nails on my back,
and your hands where I dare not mention,
but I believed you when
you told me that you had found another.
You may not have meant it.
You may have been making excuses.
You may have meant
“If you love me, fight for me,”
but I believed you.
I hope you meant it.
My god, I hope you didn’t mean it.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
There will NEVER be another love like this.
With luck, the next love will never end.
December 3, 2008 at 5:29 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: awakening, connection, divine, kiss, love, oneness, sex, Shiva, souls, stroke, touch
Sex with you was a majestic awakening,
and we were like two shipwrecked souls
clinging to each other like life preservers
while rolling on the waves of mother ocean,
except that you were mother ocean.
The edge of you and the bed blurred,
and it was as if I were fucking the whole world around me.
Oh, that feeling of oneness and connection with the divine
was timeless and magical.
With a touch,
you awakened me,
Shiva,
and with every kiss,
every stroke,
every beat of our hearts,
every ounce of pressed passion,
we willed worlds into existence
and willed them out again.
And it was so easy to bring life to this world
and to destroy it with little more than
intention and focused thought.
When you channeled her,
I knew.
I knew all.
And I knew that knowing would damn me,
would spoil me for others,
at least until I found a woman who could let go of herself
in the throes of passion
and cling to me like a life preserver.
October 16, 2008 at 2:27 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: dancing, fingertips, flashing lights, hips, intoxicate, sex, smell, sweat, taste, throbbing music, touch, two-dollar bills
When I slide up to you dancing above me, your hips roll in my hands.
I shape you with my fingertips and two-dollar bills.
Wet with sweat, you are sex in motion,
and I lose myself in the flashing lights and the throbbing music.
The smell of you, the taste of you, and the touch of you intoxicate me.
I want to stay drunk forever.
Forever, please, forever.
