Regal Fantam

across from me you sit
staring into the depth
of my inner being
and ideal grace
light of the altar leads
to a taste of Pure Heaven
as we walk the path to hell

Energy of Whisper

with energy of silence
he gave whisper up to 
investigate 
and balance like a
Bear on a bar

Blades & Chalices

Because I have them already copied to the clipboard, I thought I’d put a couple of chalice lightings on here.

“We Strike this Flame”

V: As a reminder that all are welcome here
R: We strike this flame
V: As a beacon to all who seek refuge from a World that is too much with us
R: We strike this flame 
V: In remembrance of what has been, a knowledge of what is now, and a longing for what can be
R: We strike this flame

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Call fire and water from the brink
While I a Mystic Marriage make
Blade and Chalice become one
As I face the new born Sun
Salamanders and Undines mix
Wheel and Web we do transfix
Venus’s Water of desire
Prometheus’s passio of Fire
Come from all time and space
Gather now to light our place
Fire and Water I bequeath
It is done — so mote it be

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standing making small talk
with your group of friends
maybe i should hint at
the many things we’ve been
about all the nights
you cried out
for me to take you from behind
how you let me get the cord
to bind you call you mine
how many times i’ve driven
you to estatic agony
only to have you plead
for many more harsher deeds
upside down or right side up
the eager bottom to my top
i made the beast with two backs
my gentle loving pup
never mind i’ll keep your secret
safely from your wife
but always know i hold the key
to a truly happy life

Yep…

you were a custom fit
in an off the rack world
a made to measure suit
i wish i’d known before i fell
that you were a loutish brute
you took over my heart  
like a squatter in a flat
and made my life quite superb
you were after hour parties
and top stop shelf liquor
i thought i had found the one
but then like a fish
that’s started to rot
you couldn’t hide the stink
your brash notes came through
the saccharine strings
i just wanted to kvetch
but i’m over and done
with crying for you
frankly i’ve almost moved on
a few more demons to exorcize
and this bear will be done
so stand back and watch
as i walk away
into the rising sun
i’ve got plenty more miles
before i rest
and thousands more miles
left to run

Habanero Kisses

           your habañero kisses linger
                               with the sandalwood you wear
           we rise and fall in perfect time
                               as granum falls on the sapphire bed
            i must ululate to breathe

World of Simulacrum

in this world of simulacrum
i seek just one true form
and carry high a dim torch
to emulate my funeral pyre
with many saccharin  lovers
dancing jigs between my sheets
and tone deaf bodhisattvas
singing me to sleep
like an important chess piece
i move from space to space
until i find the rack sub
to anchor me in place

In the Garden

by dark of night
and new of moon
plot your ticks
and take me soon
soft the spot where
your trowel digs
to find treasure
dance your jig
wrap me up and
tie me tight
take me home
i’m yours tonight
close the drapes
let no one see
how you prove
your love for me
the little death
i die for you
your ruby lips
on mine of blue
with your scroll
of erudition
be the one to
save me from perdition
in dead of night
and light of moon
plot my tricks
and none too soon

 Dedicated to the inspirer of this poem: the Welsh Graverobber

Bound

he calls
    his soft hard
       uncertainty 
     cures my Aching
 shackled by His design
     imprisoned by His touch
         my pleasure is pain
     on the Rocks

The Weekend

There’s nothing I like more
than your whirlwind tours
of my bed.
It’s a kiss then a fuck
we sleep then I cook,
and off you go in the morning.

This poem has gotten me laid a time or two. ; )=