Waves

Long did I stand as a priest,
an apostle to my goddess
Raven haired and pink full lips,
yet pernicious as the sea
Good and calm gentle waves,
that lapped against my weary heart
But in a moment a sudden gale,
and a storm cruel and terrible
But I remain unbent unbowed,
the storm could not break me
I still search for those calm waves,
for my goddess the deep blue waters
I will not crawl upon my knees,
I refuse to be a beast to lap at puddles
She will stretch out upon the horizon,
the woman who I will worship
And I will sail her for all my days,
to plumb the depths and reach each shore
I still dream of those gentle waters,
I wonder if they dream of me

Tremble

I feel you as you sway against me,
as though a daffodil in sunshine
You tremble towards my heat,
on faint but eager footsteps
Your hair balmy earthen scented,
tender lips a smile before you think to hide it
Like the summer sun,
I want to crawl inside your bones,
and burn against your heart
I want to be a beast with you,
to bite and touch and taste
I want to feel your chest heave,
and give me but a single sigh
To forget about all else but us,
if this means death then let me die

Summer Rain

She is the summer rain.

Unexpected but wonderful,

the unlooked for rain.

She is the warm water,

splashing against hot skin.
Cool enough to take the pain,

yet leave the heat.

There had always been distant clouds,

but I had clung to the burning bare earth.
To wither to ashes,

so we would never be apart,

the burning bare earth and I.

But I felt your touch as you poured,

and I feel you now as you drench me.

I drown in you,

I breathe your warmth.