Sex with gods


It feels as if a giant weight has lifted from my shoulders. I know now I’ve been writing this love letter to you for such a long time — all my heart and life, every word I can summon, I pour — never will it be enough to account my feelings towards you.

Once there was darkness. Paradise, I fear. Then a spark happened through time. In the warmth of your light, darkness fled the scene.


My hand rubs over your skin. My torso caresses your tits. Your hip part ways.

The river runs towards the sea. The sea crashes into the ocean. Your feet encircle me. Your lips kiss the exposed part of my neck. We are Adam and Eve naked on a sea of grass — God is watching somewhere, taking notes; so, too, animals in the garden.

Feel my hardness. Nibble on my ear as I push into you.

Aahhhhhh . . . The moon, the stars, the planets — they all align in this sublime moment. Slowly we dance. We dance the tango . . . You rake my shoulders with your nails. Our teeth gnash as we kiss, grind, toss and climax against each other.

There is no denying. You are my Nehfretiti.

I am your Ramses.

This is how gods mate.




One day, and it is coming,

Just like the northern strong winds

I will become old and grey

Skin shrivelled and brain senile

Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand

And reminisce more about the past:

Did I love you enough?

Did I play with the kids often?

Did we smile and laugh a lot?

Just as we were there to bury our Dead

When we too become dead

Who will pick up the burden to bear?

So many questions

My mind grows weary with fear

This cup of tea is getting warm

Like me seated here by the fireplace alone

While outside it has started to snow.

A Song to Myself


Today I wrote a song to myself  

Nobody else was invited 

These walls shield my music

These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .


Today I did away with you from my mind 

I can only drink your wine too much 

Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings 

Become revelers at my wake . . .


Today the sun did not come out to play 

It was the first day all over again 

I walk the wilderness alone 

All I have for company is my shadow . . .


This is a song to myself  

Dark and bleak, so it seems 

I hear Rama crying for her lost son 

How was it to know it was me all along.