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™