From Logos with Love:

 Perhaps I am possessed
by the Logos and the mind,
For I distrust my passions and the desires deep inside.
They have almost always, seemingly, lead me toward despair,
But the intensity, and deepness of,
this fire can't be bared..

When my life was turned upside down,
An adventurer finally worn,
discarded by the world outside,
compelled back indoors..
As an old and hardened dog by trade,
walking lonely roads,
with my tattered tail between my legs,
required to return home.

I dove deeply into stoicism and eastern mystic rites,
Tantric incantations and hidden magick in the night.
Demanding entry into heaven,
by means of will and might.
Foolishly, ferociously, failing everytime,

despite the flickering glimpses of divinity and of light.
Finding out instead, that this was not the way ahead..
I tore off all extraneous and unnecessary ways,
thinking I had freed myself,
from my youthful foolish days...

All desires transmuted into the desire to be free,
and then came that fated day where we were meant to meet.

My story, my struggles, all came flowing out,
haphazardly, like a torrent storm, where once was only drought.

You just breathed so simply,
and offered me your grace.
You said unto me,
"What are the lessons that you need to integrate?"
and I swear that in that moment,
that time had aligned,
and somehow I could hear your eyes.
and taste your wondrous mind.

Who'd have guess that such a simple call,
would be the chink in my cold and hardened stoic soul.

Diving deeply into your voice,
submerged within your mind,
even after all this time,
this desire has not resigned.

You have been the only one,
who resonates so clear,
that even after all this time,
I still long to have you near.

To feel such desire,
the longing for and sharing of,
-spontaneously simple smiles-
to indulge in our most prophetic depths,
I longed to taste you more,
and despite this hornets nest of messy emotionality,
I resisted all the while, thinking it a test of my being.

I tried to separate my longing with your needs,
to provide you objective teachings,
which had previously served me.

And yet all the while,

My fingers longed to trace your face,
your lips,
to neck, then breasts...
down so slowly,
oh so slowly,
snaking, sliding, smoothly down,
till they found the space, between your thighs...
harkening out to me for my masculine strength.

Holding there,
until your breath,
freezes with anticipation,
feeling all your body's quakes and ecstatic undulations.

And as I dared to explore your folds,
you'd exhale so deeply
that we would both just explode, into sweet serenity.

A Simultaneous, Serendipitous, Sweet symphony,
Your sweet sweet nectar saturates
my entire rhythmic being.
transmuting with the base and heart,
material and mater,
freeing both our souls with ecstatic tantric power.

Writhing and wrestling,
playful and divine,
all else just seems to fade,
including cruel, cruel, time.

Just like dancers we are not distracted by anticipation of the end,
there is no racing, there is no goal,
just the interplay of our bodies and souls.

As the layers of projection and appearance melt away,
We reveal ourselves,
in ourselves,
to each other, and our true energetic ways.

I want to make you howl,
to fill you with my power,
to allow both the beast and god,
to integrate and flower.

I wish things were different,
that I had material material wealth,
if that were the case,
long ago,
I'd have rushed headlong toward you...

But I'm torn between my longing,
and my felt responsibility...

How could I allow for love, without offering material security?
A hangup of our culture?  Perhaps this is the case,
But I feel the fire deep inside you,
and I want to keep it safe.

To give it space and freedom to,
play and integrate,
To be able to provide you with a space,
to be free and full of grace,
to not have to worry about these silly stupid games,
that humans made of bills and time,
wasting so much space.

Perhaps you do not feel the same,
and that's okay if that's the case,
For I am just a simple wildflower,
longing for sweet Eros' embrace.

And if things unfold and we never know
the realization of eachother's taste,
meeting you has reignited in me,
the possibility of something great.

That love exists and despite my flaws,
despite my strangest life,
there is at least one soul who deeply knows,
the importance of the cultivation of the great silent grace.

Dreams of tantric union,
of Anarchic interplay,
they torment me for oh so long,
and cannot be erased.

Even just the words we've shared,
have elevated my soul,
I hope one day we get to meet,
instead of regretting that which we
"could have"
once known.