Proxigean

Proxigean

No matter the tide

Or moon I'm in

ancient gnosis stirs deep within

As distant stars illuminate

Mercury seeks in retrograde

Wounding Eros

arrows devastate

Now every emotion

forms an ocean,

and choices storm

Will I sink or swim,

and can I win?

when waves never reach the shore

they cannot break

But I do.

Endless sea of yearning

me yearning you.

Each thought sends me deeper in

Fathoms I cannot

Fathom

I feel each missed caress

as aches

Each time the mind

reminds

the body-soul

the coldest coldness

is that of loneliness

Now

I know

why caged men sing

they desire what cannot be changed

and I do the same

,not having you here

I only sleep to dream

Paradellean

Seduce the sky with sweet wine and lines of poetry
Seduce the sky with sweet wine, and lines of poetry
Intrigue me without speaking, dance me inward with ecstasy
Intrigue me without speaking dance me inward, with ecstasy
Dance, seduce, intrigue, me without wine and lines of ecstasy
The inward me with sky speaking sweet poetry

Between spaces like infinity, two stars invade each other's luminosity  
Between spaces like infinity two stars invade each other's luminosity
In time a reaching of a shore will come; you and I will beach from storm
In time a reaching of shore will come – you and I will beach from storm
Luminosity reaching from storm to shore, will invade spaces between two stars;
In each other's beach, You and I will come.


Castor/ Pollex us into myth, make poems weep and writers mourn
Castor Pollex us into myth. Make poems weep and writers mourn!
Love's an Angle; yet lovers learn ,burn in anguish and in bliss, are oft denied the final kiss
Love's an Angel, yet lovers learn -burn in anguish and in bliss- are oft denied the final kiss
Us, the writers oft make myth into poems: love's lorn Angel denied anguish, kiss, and final burn/
Pollex, Castors lover in bliss; yet weep and mourn! 

Two lovers reaching... will a kiss
Invade each other's luminosity; make sweet wine, poems, and myth
You and I  (Castor and Pollex) will burn in bliss
In space between us -infinity, a beach without shore, a sky in storm
In time, angels, stars and us without speaking  - weep and mourn

Eros erudvit

Not of sex, rather sexualities

Locus of invisible visibilities

cunilingus as metaphor

for so much more

that thing, that thing. that thang...

embracing him, her, him/him them, and us-

a species of translation - Eros reads us, body & soul.
Want not as direction, but compass
Souls don't move toward what they need, they move boundless towards what is needed.
 -They float on desire