Willpower

As we lay, hip-to-hip
Breathing each other in
I call upon ancient gods
To worship with me
At the altar of you
Offering wine shared on lips
Kneeling at your feet
Giving, sacrificing
With wild abandon
This soul is yours
Make of it as you will

Deadly

Deadly

Tell me of the howling of winds

That blow the bleakest black

Whisper of your darkest sins

God and I will hear of your slack

Whisper to me of cleverness

Of great deeds, of battles foretold

Don’t try to make it seem less

Clever or brave or bold

Remind me of your virility

Of women, of wine, of song

Don’t bother with humility

Tragic tales are often too long

Shout of your numerous possessions

Of which you only want more

These are private confessions

Not added to legend of lore

Adding substance to the world though

Would require much effort, a coup

Forgive the truly low blow

But that seems too much effort for you

The world must seem like an oyster

One that you wish to eat

You feel as though you’ve been cloistered

And lacking of anything sweet

Forgive my troubled verses

I see the ire in your eyes

Little effect have your curses

The truth will outweigh the lies.

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Generations

Generations

They go where time does not expire

And wait for no new moon

Winter falls in summer’s swoon

The creeping vine begins to seed

A world explodes in endless fire

Mouths fill with the taste of mead

And liquor turns the stoutest liar

Some obstacles become a boon

If, of our lives, we do take head

We walk all day on tight rope wires

And end up with the greatest wound

So shall we soon change our tune?

We make ourselves fulfill our need

Our grandest wish becomes desire

More will come like endless weeds

Of everything you will tire

It will come full circle soon

And the look will be parent to the deed

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Consummation

When the time comes

The banquet will be ready

Feasting will begin

Fresh fruit of the vine

Cherries bursting with ripeness

The cup will runneth over

Needs will be fulfilled

Moonlight will rise over the meadow

Triggering hidden wisdom

Fruits of labor

Gladly consumed

At Rest

Elbows at rest on the bedspread

Sunlight plays across your hair

Tension has been consumed

Torment is no more

I taste your last sip of wine

It betrays your love of cherries

Wish we could have this moment forever

Time stops as sweat pools in the small of your back

When we come

Together there is nothing else

The world ceases

My world is you