How infinite the mind of the One,
laden with latent possibility
dormant in the microcosm of
the "me" struggling stupidly
to comprehend
the simple complexity
of the continuum of
constant and cohesive
creation.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
creation
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Friday, July 31, 2009
stained
I scrub my skin
as raw as my heart
that's stained the sleeves
of every perfectly picked
outfit I laid out
for him.
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
paid heed
I find letters littered
on the dusty floor
of the past,
words I never noticed,
till now.
And suddenly,
ashamed and sorry,
I think perhaps
I wish I'd paid heed
to the light in the eyes
of those who'd agree...
who long ago
wished I'd paid heed
to the light in their eyes
as well.
Posted by Athena at 12:30 AM 3 comments
Thursday, July 02, 2009
next to nothing
I am tangled in the touch
of his whispered words
that tear me into beautiful
deep dripping puddles
of passion that leak
through my roof
and soak my bed
in his scent
and it lingers
on my fingers
that sign his name
in silence
and it means
next to nothing
to him.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
caught
My days dissolve into words,
his words and mine,
ensnared and entwined
like a wild creature
caught.
And I am reminded of
feral cats that fear for their life
until you simply
cover their eyes.
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009
pulpit
You sock me
upside the head
with your seduction.
And I wonder
where your plans
may lead.
Perhaps to the pulpit
where you've stripped me
once before.
Bare.
And bronzed.
My body waits
for whatever
you have
in store.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
after the rain
I stand in the pose of the tree.
And breathe.
While sunlight warms my skin,
and drop dappled firs
reach to the heavens
to rejoice in quiet voice.
And I can't help but think
that perhaps
they are as awed as I
by the forest after a rain.
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Monday, May 18, 2009
soaked

Your tongue tastes of cream soda
and strawberries,
soaked in sugar
and dripping with
desire.
Kinda like me.
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the chill
my fingers shake
from fear (or beer,
not sure which,)
i hit the switch,
pop the pill
and sit in the chill
of isolation, and
degradation...
again.
Posted by Athena at 11:07 AM 2 comments
Sunday, May 10, 2009
flick
You are gone.
Shriveled into a dark
dusty memory,
a long forgotten mistake,
that I toss aside
with the flick
of a wrist...
And suddenly,
I can stand up
straight.
Posted by Athena at 11:10 AM 2 comments
Monday, February 02, 2009
emerging
I am in chrysalis,
emerging gracefully
by the power of my Guru's
gentle prodding.
Delicate and damp,
my wings spread wide
to engulf the Universe.
And mounted by my savior
I flutter into infinity
to unabashedly french kiss
the mouth of Divinity.
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ash
I will worship you
if Shiva will not take offense
(he seems the jealous type,)
and like Hanuman with Ram in his heart,
in a clamor of gold tear open my chest
to reveal your face, your grace,
and the mantra of your name
that pumps in my veins.
I will kneel at your feet
to feel your hand on my head,
then roll into savasana,
revealing the soft sweet
underbelly of my soul.
I will weep like Parvati
crazed for her king,
for to me, you are he,
the wild God of passion
with a lingam of lightening
forbidden to touch.
And like Shaivite sadhus
dissolved in devotion,
I'll burn in the fire,
adorn my temple
with the ash of desire,
and worship as I
see fit.
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Monday, December 08, 2008
madness
This insidious madness set on
the day I decided to return,
adopting the convenient delusion
that this time would somehow
be different.
Posted by Athena at 11:58 AM 1 comments
Saturday, October 04, 2008
symbiotic

You say my dancing feeds you,
as your powdered palm pats,
and fingertips tap,
the skin of the drum.
And I watch half crazed
as you command passion
with percussive perfection
that wets my lips
and drives my hips
to destinations once unknown.
And you watch half dazed
as I twirl to your tabla,
drunk on sound,
inhibitions unwound,
shaken and awakened
to a realization profound,
until I approach knowing
you too can see
how deliciously dangerous
this symbiotic relationship
has the potential
to be.
Posted by Athena at 11:32 AM 1 comments
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Nataraj
Shiva is a brilliant lover.
Knowing exactly what I'd need,
he came to me as Nataraj.
All those hands did as they pleased.
And leaning over me
his eyes glimmered with delight,
as I panted in his ear,
and exploded into the vastness
of his arms.
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