Laughing Medusas

Kneeling
before you
in supplication.

My tongue
proclaiming devotion
without uttering a word.

In awe
of the goddess
before me.

Tell me ...
Does your god
run his fingers
through your hair
when you genuflect?

Fingers
gingerly caressing
soft skin,

Trembling
with disbelief,

As the sacred
entwines
the profane.

Adornments shed.

I am unworthy
to pray before you,
to gain entrance here,
at the holiest of holies,
your inner sanctum.

~Asherah

There's a certain silence
To your storm
And intensity lurking
Just beyond your calm

Your trembling hands
Betray you
Closer to losing control
Than you're willing to admit

I want to break the reins
That hold you tight
Nudging you gently
Softly to the edge

Let your rising waves
Break against my shoreline
Seize me with your undertow
Drag me to your depths

I will wake exhausted
Not quite sure where I am
Until I feel the sun that is your skin
Warming me

I'll bask in you
For a moment
Before waking the storm
Within you

~Asherah

You once promised sonnets on my naked back and Shakespeare in my ear… do you remember?

It seems so far away now. When fantasy was all that existed, it seemed so real. The comfort of this distance, layered miles between us, has been deflating slowly with a gentle hiss that roars deafeningly in my ears.

But all I want to hear is you, whispering Shakespeare.

~Asherah

My busy days
Still lead to empty nights

I cannot exhaust myself
Enough to forget
This loneliness

The presence of your absence

With each sunrise
I wonder if today
You will break your silence

Every night I return
To this...

The presence of your absence

~Asherah