Sublime Request

Blue washes over
White trumpets blast silently
Brilliant, foretaste of myself
Pregnant with expectations
Pregnant with my own vigor
Vital energies swirl within me
My body responds graciously
Crisp air charged with luminous
pleasures dance affectionately
and wash around my body

I dance alone
I dance with myself quietly

in the cold blue morning

Blue licks over me
Longing for you longing for me
You, just beyond my fingertips
Illusive stranger, I have always known you,
Hunger Hunger Hunger
I kiss myself, to feed myself
Seductive stranger, Glory.
You drive my hunger, Life,
you owe me a debt

I whirl away
I whirl aware of my muscle

in the soft blue morning

Blue caresses over my body
I cry for pleasure
I cry for pain
I cry....the charge of your seduction
it pumps my pistons
filing my ache with
your obligation
For I am your creator
“I am my own creator”
I cry

in the blue blue morning

Life, I tire of promises
I am aware of myself
I am aware I am creation I am destruction
Did Narcissus hold his breath at that sublime moment
or did he gulp it in filling himself with himself
with the blue oblivion
as I wish to be filled
I wish to be fulfilled
complete
complete
desperately gulping

in the sparkling blue morning

Life, in the blue morning , alone, I dance.