A Year of Love Poems

Dedicated to all those beings I feel in love with in 2020

Of Another Life

The light that hits my face Through the window The glass The whispers Of another life. I see you As you move through the world We are tied You and I A quantum entanglement A ring Of love. Freedom, joy, bliss — My heart dances As the mayflies do through the spring. The light that hits my face Warmth, rays, glow — The long grass grazes my legs The harvest mites bite And you are with me The whispers Of another life.

The one star hanging

I inhale your scent Deep into your chest I shudder all over As the universe penetrates into My mind’s eye. It is the evening Of cosy fairy lights Looped into our makeshift bookshelves. We stare Through our small urban window Out beyond the Bricks and train tracks Towards the one star hanging In the night sky. I ask you questions Of the great unknown Holding you tight As you surrender — And we delicately grasp each other Like the last silk thread Clinging to an open cocoon. Each moment takes A lifetime to dissolve And I remember — The impermanence of this moment When I kiss you Goodbye.

Playmate

The arch of your back The salt off your skin The glow of your eyes The moan from your lips It delights me It tremors me It enraptures me Movement Breath Gasping We play And the world dances With us Within us Us

I’m on Planet Earth!

The wonder can’t be explained The wonder can only be felt It is a gentle stream It is a torrent of hail The wonder is the big blue sky A dome above my head I am protected I am all life I am the wonder

Who are you?

This is the only you that I have ever known I know not what has past In your life Nor your loves Nor your pains I know not what paths you walked In finding this crossroads in which we meet. We bump into each other our journeys now together But I know not of who you were Nor you of me and mine. There is only the you now that I know. There is only the you now that I love.

Hello.

Love, what be love But a lack of fear What be love But my soul and yours Bowing to each other In a mutual greeting

For Vish

A waterfall of tears Flow from the universe Through my being Like a lemon squeezed Of all its Delicious Sour Juice

I don’t write haikus

My poetry is just words

That flow from within

Blue Eyes

Blue, the shade of the ceiling — Sky above my head Blue, the paint in the wash — The ocean beneath my feet Blue, the reflection of a mirror — As I stare into your eyes Blue, the sound of my heart calling Of the love I feel inside

A.P.G.

She looks so red Just hanging there The gods have been good to her Nurtured her Loved her But she didn’t need much tending to She was already ready to come into being All on her own She couldn’t wait to burst Into the fullness of her purpose To be sweet To be ready To be fleshy and tender and wanted She has no yearning for more She has no qualms with her existence She sits there Growing daily Basking in the sunshine of life Dripping in the rain Swaying in the winds She is She fills my mouth with all of her My soul and her become one Apple.

Homefulness

And we dove Into the crisp, wild, cold, clean Welcome! Water, lake Naked Running all over. My skin. A splash A taste I float, eyes closed, face towards the sun Breathing, breathing, breathing… Breath. A pause. I float, Glistening, reflections and sparkles I stretch Flow all over. My skin. Naked.

Samhain

Eyes sparkling, mouths smiling Revelations! Hearts bursting, joy roaring, The smell of flames and fire. Mysterious cosmos, The fabric of time and space Depths of plancks, protons, blazars Merge in the murky dance of us. Magick, sparks with each ember, each tinder each… A fight to the death of egos, identities, clashing inwards — Blood spurting, boars bursting. The stag of the patriarchy collapses under The strain of the revolution! A revolution of love, of connection, of souls gazing into souls. A revolution of dissolution. The Earth be our witness Be the mother to hold our rights of passage To spoon us into oblivion — flesh pressed upon flesh. When the world runs in panic, we have each other. Held tender in our breasts, of beating hearts Of nuzzles into my neck. Warm breath on my shoulders. Titillating between my legs. A revolution brews, within each of us.

Milly

And the way she smiles Curls in her hair Cheekiness about her face Her brown eyes glow I run my hands down her arm I lay my head in her lap We look at each other Gaze We laugh We giggle She is my friend Milly

Nector

Dripping sensually through my fingers I feel the heat of her Sticky, as she is sweet Lick me up. Guzzle me. Choke me. Feel all of me. Cum inside of me.

Feel It

Every pore Every sound Human connection With every heartbeat Every breath and step Reverberating into my soul Love, feel it, oh feel it good.

Playfulness

The fool nests in trees gah gah gah, yooooo! This shared creation feels freeing! We are liberation Fucking bring it on On like donkey kong!

(Co-creations by Minty Horseradish, Spicy Lavender, Plain With a Hole In It, Foxy Cous Cous, Flutter Bye, Storm Lobster and Avalanche)

Woods on a Winter’s Day

Void — contrasting. With the light from the canopy. Birch trees line up like disobedient soldiers collapsing in stern ecstasy all over each other as they watch.

The nymphs of the water flow gently, seductively down the slip of the bank. They whisper into each other’s ears lightly touching, caressing into the care of each other’s delicate tiny beings.

One moment still another ever-changing masterpiece on this canvas.

Even the mud clings in its love — in love with the earth, a scene of pure bliss.

Take a stroll with me and witness it all unfold.

Smells — like the memories forgotten in the clouds Sounds — like the pitter patterness Looks — like the crystals falling from the sky Feels — like wet, sometimes cold, damp on my nose Tastes — like the seasons, like the sky making love

To Be, To Love

Reflections The cosmos The great mystery of life and all In the palms of my hands In each sweet taste of fruit In the wings of a fly Across the plains On the shoulders of each gale The splash of the sea The droplets of rain To be To be To be My heart yearns to me To love To love To love My beingness decrees

Wild Women in Dorset

The rapids, the gushing, the cold! Naked, we immerse ourselves to the will of nature, Gaia herself. In our raw feminine beauty We stand strong, powerful wombs, tremor together. We weave, into a sisterhood like the moss on the trees. The essence of life all around these ancient woods feels like carpet beneath my fingertips. The expansion of the sky the morning sun breaking through in colours of Autumn that could shatter the very spectrum of which it was born. The crunch of the leaves, the beauty of death and dying ferns, together in their last moments they cast a vibrant yellow, orange hue. The river calls to us, her spirit as wild as our hearts yearn to be She asks for a stone to be plucked from the depths within her. We explode into and out of the crisp cutting cold of the water, flowing the sound, both gentle and a roar. We walk alongside her, through the trees buried underneath the growth. The lichen, the fungi, the feather of winged-beings lay at our feet, over and under, over and under. We choose each footstep and the cows wander, we wonder, who are we? Alone, when one. together, we are the wild, wild women.