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Posted on 10. Feb, 2009 by Staff Reporter.
For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run—as now, we lie together,
after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,
and he appears—in his baseball pajamas, it happens,
the neck opening so small he has to screw them on—
and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep,
his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child.
In the half darkness we look at each other
and touch arms across this little, startlingly muscled body—
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.
Born in Providence, Rhode Island, in 1927, Galway Kinnell is the author of numerous collections of poetry, including Selected Poems, for which he received both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award…
Posted on 08. Nov, 2008 by Stephen Kastner.
Pull me into your den
Where the fall of my abandoned fear
Triggers an avalanche of frozen feeling.
Rip down my shield of pretty lies and jeweled defenses.
Expose my cautious heart to the wild flames of your thunder.
Drench me in your vault of warm honey
Until I drown
And have to find new lungs to breath in here.
Drag me in no matter what I say,
No matter how quickly I escape
Or how cleverly I dress myself into safety.
Capture all my petty movements away from You
Only my childish doubts are threatened by this brilliance.
And I am so amused watching them wither like old vines
No longer alive with life’s syrup.
Though it is dangerous to keep opening this way
And this perilous breeze of radiance relentlessly changes
I am hopelessly addicted to intimately following its course.
It sounds like falling leaves from here.
My reasons to stay are even more insubstantial.
The unshrouded shine in your eyes
The impossible wetness of your lips
Old ways and habits
Seem like dear familiar,
Though distant friends.
Turning away now for even a moment
Bruises my skin and leaves beautiful scars
From strange surgeries that heal my wounds in the night.
Let me wake by you in the morning.
Open me again.
Keep opening me forever.
Amara Charles is the founder of Nourishing Arts, a healing center providing training courses in the spiritual sexual arts. Aching to Open, is filled with works like the above that celebrate the sexy power of woman in which Amara adds her feminine voice to the tradition of Lalla and Mirabai. Amara has been teaching spiritual sexuality workshops throughout the US, Australia, Malaysia and New Zealand since 1987. Her programs include Taoist White Tigress, Shamanic Quodoushka Sexuality and the Yin Yang of Sexual Restoration.
Posted on 13. Oct, 2008 by Stephen Kastner.
Spirituality and sex are
Very seldom linked,
Yet could they be, should they be,
What do you think?
Could such a passionate power
Come from an ungodly source?
This life creating process is both
An enlivening and unifying force.
Harmony is essential for this
Magical process to unfold
Passion is another element
Of this journey of the soul.
The lustful attraction fills our being
With a passionate kind of heat,
We feel compelled to join our throbbing
Bodies until we are fulfilled and complete.
Through this ecstatic connection of our souls,
We get a glimpse of a heaven we can hold,
We experience a communion of the soul,
A spiritual awakening ready to unfold.