ok, here's what I really want
i want to eat food
that's so delicious
that it is worship to eat it
no boring serious worship...
just allowing the flavors
to seep into me deeply
filling my with juicy fleshly pleasure
moaning with raw receiving

i want to feel the sun crawl
all around my cock with its warmth
to submit myself in total glorious nudity
to sun-heat baking all of my flesh

i want to be so warm
that it melts all these words from my mind
and i'm left god-naked in mind
as in body and soul

i want to be without limits
unafraid of rules
i want to smile broadly
and join other sensual bodies --
paradise is the absence of control
hiding and fearing and overthinking

here we undress
clothes fall from flesh
as worry falls from head
here we are all beautiful
and free
here we realize
the universe loves us
and it doesn't need us
to talk all the time

this is an invitation
to the temple of pleasure

it is easy, for we are full of it
it is rather a continuous effort
to act as if
we are not pure love
pure passion

and we have grieved deeply
yesterday evening
and we have let the hawk of our anger
fly, sour, glorious
and we leave our dark heavy coat of fear
at the temple door

to die without having ever entered
is to not have lived at all

welcome
welcome

all your sensens blossom open
ready for the bee to enter
your shyness drops suddenly
and your skin glows and tingles
everything vibrates with presence
you are so beautiful
and everything and everybody:
so beautiful
you are touched in every way
you never dared to admit you wanted
sky bows down to kiss you
the sun rushes down to lick all of you

everything melts with bliss
tomorrow no longer exists
the moment is pulsing
with such overwhelming love
the heart is swimming
in this warm water
nothing is asking for words

love, love, love
passion, pleasure, pure ecstacy

they say this temple is not real
or they say this temple is forbidden

but i'm inside today
and it is real
and the door is wide open
and the music flows out to meet you,
pours honey in your ears
whispering softly:
come... come...



november 2020