please

with your captivating eyes,

fascinatingly inviting movements,

like dancing moonlight upon moments,

I tend to fall into the swayfulness of

your perfect curves wrapped in mystery,

doorways into ocean deep memories,

bending waves of desire

back upon themselves

as dreams become

this dreamer…

and so I dream of ways

and reasons, creating

purposes within purposes,

to be of service to you…

oh ancient goddess,

oh divine feminine,

I bow down awaiting

your mere nod invitation

to fall again, ever chasing

one more glimpse

of your beauty unleashed,

your raw, unbridled passion

to give birth to a smile anew,

both willing and able, you can…

for if not you,

who will bring grace

to life as we live it…

if not now,

when may never come,

before we destroy

ever more of it…

I dare not consider

any possibility existent,

without your effervescent

moonbeam high tide,

or the slow thrust of

your rolling waves

upon alcove shores.

open your heart to us

with your truth telling healing,

and ever present invitation

to become more through

your presence…

Dearest Sophia,

our sisters, our daughters,

our wives, our mothers,

women across all time

and space…

cradle us back into the rocking

and the bowing of your reawakening,

holding us close to the bosom

of your thunderous surrender

to our next request

to become whole…

tickle us, caress us,

slap us, if you must,

but surely don’t leave us

to ourselves to remember

your way…

teach us to love

as completely as the sun,

forgive us our violent

moments throughout history,

our cruelty, our insanity,

our every illusion of separation

from you and from life…

embolden your truest,

most authentic power,

lead us home to heart,

awaken a new dawn.

a simple man,

saying, please.

it’s time.

Àṣẹ.

sk

~ PoetSK™