Let us make love
in the old way, the ancient way,
so that magic wakes within us, so that
the moon is conjured, & the stars,
so that our heartbeats span the rainbow bridge
& glide golden above the waters,
let us dive, deep, relentless, into the mystic
pathways of our neurons so the Earth grows
ripe, & fertile, & green, let us wake the hidden spirits
yet alive in the dark woods, in the living forest,
let us dance the wild dance of the satyrs
& the nymphs birthed by lovers breath, for we
are landscapes, we are worlds, we are fleet deer
frenzied by the flying of the night, in whichever body
I find you, in whatever kingdom or shining hour,
I know the Cosmos binds us, I know the spring winds rise,
fragrant with blossoms & the glittering dragonflies
of rapture & ecstasy, I know we kiss with the Grace
that calls us, exquisitely, erotically, eternally,
to the rivers & shoreless sea...
--NorthPoet, from VISION RIDER...