Fervour Ekstasis

A whisper, like ivy tendrils

Caresses my mind

And makes me shiver.

I see the God in his eyes,

Smell Him in his sweat,

Taste Him on his skin.

I feel Him in his fingers.

My sight turns to mist

And drum beats echo from far away.

I slip, slide from his embrace 

And fall into His

Through smoke and wine and madness.

In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,

To dance, to roar – We are lions! –

The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.

I fall from myself

Deeper and madder and to a darker place;

I fall into silence.

I fall before Him,

Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;

My thoughts of Him alone.

My obsession, my dream, my Muse-man.

In bondage to His glorious call

I drink of His inspiration -

Fill me, O God, with Your heat

And when the flames consume me

Lead me to be reborn. 

A Dream of Apollon

I dreamt last night,

Of hazel eyes

And the smell of bay leaves burning.

You knelt above me

Music in your touch

Playing upon me like on the strings of a lyre.

Blazing like the sun,

Your golden gaze drew me forward

Like a bloom searching for heat.

You tasted of honey,

Parting my lips with your tongue

And setting my flesh aflame with your kiss.

I dreamt of you,

Lying with me in a noon-warmed field,

As sunlight chased patterns over our glistening skin.

I dreamt of you

And woke with the warmth of sunshine

Clinging to my spirit

A Heart to Cleave To

(A poem written for the wedding of two friends)

To find a heart to cleave to

A soul to delve within

Warm flesh to lie beside at night

To stare into anothers eyes

And see yourself therein

To find heaven in a simple touch

And hell within goodbye

To hear your name upon their lips

Be greeted with a single kiss

And feel your soul take flight

To have fasted your fate unto another’s

To have two lives merge into one

What other blessings could I offer thee,

Greater than what you share between,

Greater than the beauty of your love