Your eyes are deeper than the evergreen forest,
oh precious Pearl, do
Ignite the white tallow candles in your fireplace
and as I sit holding you
Tell me in your whispered rapid voice
about your city adventures and who
It is who dares to stand between you
and the Olympian fire you seek.
You are a warrior princess;
I am the hairy mountain medicine man
With balms for your smooth and firm delightful body,
yes my hand
Searches each valley and hill
for every remedy for any ill and yet
It is to your fire lit cave
where I return with firewood to place again
In the space where candles stood
in tender glow the rekindling spark
That once shared between us
calls for high living flames in the night.
Let the chilly room in the afternoon gloom
fade into the shadows,
Let the orange glow of the firelight
warm our feet and let me tickle you
Till you giggle like a child in sweet delight
(and I do cherish your smile).
You came to me in a winter night
when I sought shelter from the rain,
When your cave was cold
and I was a stranger in the forest but one
Who set out to bring you fire
like Prometheus from above and our love
Became a shared dream
and a rising plume that to heaven did scream
Though silently,
that the love we made by the power of our dreams
Was forever etched on the walls
as a testimony unto the very rocks
That for one brief glowing moment
a man and a woman did touch
And their souls filled the space
with a bonfire of delight and heaven
Witnessed the exchange of spirit power
as if in one eternal hour all
That was ever created was
but the manifestation of primordial love.
You said no no we must not
but in the heartbeats that followed you
Took my hand and led me to your furry lair
where like a ship at sea
I laid down on your gentle waves and sailed
in search of pleasures that could come
To pass and I did decree
that we let it be as I gave myself to you
And you gave yourself to me,
from the height of a mountain unto
The depths of your swirling sea.
Now holy waters from the sky caress
The hills as I hold you,
gentle princess warrior child oh beautiful one.
Then slumber by the fire
as I kiss your naked shoulders and wet hair.
Waken me with kisses from your tender lips
and let me see the sunrise
Make bloom the emerald and gold
of your once starlit eyes, sweet treasure.
Your beauty and smile fill the journeyed day's weather
with the scent of your subtly fragrant lilac oil,
Surpassing in grace and style even plucked heather
and soft meadow flowers from the mother soil.
November 6, 2000
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