travels to promised lands

i gave a quick intro to tantric massage to my household couple days ago... it was so beautiful... one small bedroom filled with attentive faces while the miracle unfolds, inevitable, majestic, simple as rain. i am ringing with quiet gratitude.

and there is
nothing but love here,
aphrodite’s dove
waves her branch
over the bed packed with eager students

while we
peel off layers and
drop into
the tenderness of breathing,
traveling a gentle sea

like the swaying, hoofed pace of
stories of travel
to promised lands,

we watch one vessel rocking,
softly powdered
into a fluffy cloud

you flit from the human
to crooning beastling,
something very young,
great limbs shiver under
light touch to a toe
a cheek bent into a heart
and all the sweet golden time in the world

drips honey-thick from our skins

it is that simple.

give it half a chance
and love finds a way
like water through rock
like kindness through reason

like an idea
whose time has come.

photo by Rachel Lochhead