He lived in chilly, damp London
at the intersection of Medieval
and Modernity
We know little of his life
Some indeed question
if he even existed at all
Yet this mysterious figure
known as Shakespeare
Wrote of events in Ancient Rome
in Africa, Denmark and medieval Italy
across space and time
As if he had experienced them intimately...
I don’t know about you
but as for me
I can only write of what I've experienced
~ personally
When I was ash...
I knew wind more intimately than breath.
I knew what it meant...
To scatter without sorrow.
That is all I remember.
holding onto last traces of ego
we retain the form sconce that holds the flame
the light of Self we intimately know
dwelling here, love enablement its aim
whereafter our soul’s no longer the same
with this goal in view, as bliss beats renew
we are on earth, a spirit passing through
Cuddle with me, darling.
We are like two ice cubes.
Still, we are like twins
in a fetal position.
And warm, we shall be
soon, but cocooned
in sleep, not knowing
at what hour we warmed
each other, but we do
remember how we laughed,
light flickering in our eyes,
as our lips touched in the morning.
The ice cube joke between us,
intimately humorous.
Ode to Erato
“Hear, hear!” What’s this poppycock all about?
“Get rid of St. Valentine’s Day… you say — I say naught!”
Brave Britannia, are we losing our faculties?
I’d give my life for God, king, and country,
but to give up St. Valentine’s Day? “Preposterous!”
A night with Erato is an experience like no other.
Painfully erotic, overwhelming, and barbaric,
or tenderly smothering, so Oedipal complex,
as passion guides your heart’s desire in words.
'Tis to die satisfied, knowing the utmost pleasure.
So, to this chicanery, I say, let us sing
out in an overture, from soprano high to basso low,
with mid-range baritone in between,
to fragile Eros’s joy in avoiding Chronos’s eye,
and follow Erato and not be dismayed by Thanatos,
but let the sexes engage intimately
in the propagation of the species.
The intimacy of knowing your body
as well as I know my own…
The unspoken permission
to touch with my hands,
to feel with my lips,
my tongue,
to move upon and explore
the most secret of places,
witness the most intimate functions.
Your salty sweat is delicious,
your saliva is like fine wine.
Each pale hair that covers you
deserves attention and devotion.
I want to taste the words
that spill from your lips as you speak,
taste the flavor of my name on your mouth.
I want to crawl inside of you,
as if you had a uterus
and it could be the womb
where I suck my thumb,
secure and safe.
To know you as intimately as I know myself,
and to peek in at your thoughts…
to seek and find that hidden place
where your soul resides!
I would that I could lay seige
to the shelter that succors your naked,
vulnerable soul…
and live there with you,
hold you in my arms for eternity.
I love the way
She courts each page
With poetic sensuality
I intently await
Each seductive phrase
As her words saunter in front of me
Only a heart
This large
Could be as vulnerable as she
Is she a goddess?
A work in progress
As her heart bursts open in her poetry
Make love to me
She says repeatedly
Make love on this page with me
We'll whisper words
Intimately only heard
We are on the same page, collapsing ecstasy
Drum beats
Sunrises
Dancing dusky clouds
In tune with blues
In leafy garden
To the hills of yearning
Never ending song
Sounds undying
Flowing rivers
Flying doves
Flowery forest
Primordial Eden
Your smile
Your eyes
Your silhouette
‘Till dawn
Covers the night
Moonlight
Crystal Sea
Reflections
Your beauty
From deep within
Your honesty
And simplicity
My heart’s felicity
Till I dream of you
Without fantasy
This heartstring
Melody
Harmony
Play intimately
the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
so the rot in the apple must stem from the bark
the roots that creep and drain of life
keeps us sour; unable to mend
you ruined me and i ruined you.
i hate you and i love you.
i don’t know what to do.
what can i do?
i can’t leave you
you’ll always be a part of me
your roots digging in to my very core
and i don’t want you to let me go
but you’re so horrible—
yet so kind
every word you spit tastes like poison
but your touch is so intimately, unbearably, soft
i want to run away
i want to run into your arms again
i want you to beg me to stay
i want you to set me free
the apple is rotten, and what rots it is the tree
but how can i blame you?
even the oldest trees were
once only apple seeds
how can i blame you,
when you were once me?
how can i blame an rotten apple
for growing into a rotten tree?
you rot me, because it’s all you know
you’ve been rotten from the inside out
and now you rot me too
and i hate you
i love you
i pity you
it’s all the same
in the end, i will grow into a rotten tree too
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
two young sparrows fly
intimately in blue sky
living loving life
wherefrom all that arises being ever present
Is intimately known in the void of cessation
humming in the background with potent power
as singularity consciousness self-aware
witnessing the realm of contrast in duality
of which bilocating consciousness is cognisant
being what we are when we are attentive
in a continuum of time stretched mindfulness
I want to be closer than a tear running down your right feet I want to be your adorning man to be all God wants me to be I want to be a cold comforter for in you I see you are brighter than the sun the moon the stars to me
The God in you the same in me
I want to love you as he does I want to love with a Godly love
I want to love you like a father protect you like no other
Intimately so I receive every word I want to receive your speech every letter every word every syllable
I want to hear your voice
See the breath you breathe
I want to embrace you
Ultimately
I need to be closer than a tear running down your right feet I want to be your adorning man to be all God wants me to be I want to be a cold comforter for in you I see you are brighter than the sun the moon the stars to me
I want to be
The God in you the same in me
The God in you the same in me
I love you
6/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
I take for granted the company of those people,
The truth that reveals itself in the moments we share,
Familiar and sturdy as a hometown steeple,
Intimately connected like a careful prayer.
But we’re told to look up to the sky.
It’s what we’re meant to do.
The steeple thins and reaches high
To places we don’t have a clue.
The first thing we see is invisible space
and in fact we all are contained within it,
which holds us intimately in close embrace,
revealing its secrets to us bit by bit.
Upon ceasing striving, with no goals to chase,
God’s grace quickly carries us to the summit,
for which the only thing that needs to be done
is to recognise that God and soul are one.
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