adrenaline, tactile euphoria, and spiritually overwhelming connections
all pushed against the membrane of my spirit from the inside, out.
here i was, freshly returned from utopia and bathed in hope and raw entropy,
coming back with such passion that no boundaries seemed to stand;
her a vessel of the absolute, revealing untouchable graces set like sacred stones
behind a veil of crass wisdom and nearly virgin intention.
i see now, in my mind's eye, loose vision bubbling to the surface.
removing layers of separtation by ejecting her shirt from
its comfortable perch on her heaving bosom;
fires spinning into space;
sliding down several sets of stairs, mind blank and still writhing in pleasure.
a series of expressions that still fill my mind with wonder
and my lungs with quick, rasping breath (even so far removed from them in time/space).
i had entered her abode to share new healings, the kind that sparkle from ones
fingertips long after words, glances, and pheromones had faded away into the
inky darkness of times since passed over.
there was virtually no way
i could have predicted the intensities that lay before us, short of sacrificing my every
projection of the future towards the total and perfect surrender of expectation.
~:~:~
i had climbed the precarious steps of her staircase,
setting bare feet on her carpeted floor as i walked
with excitement into her room.
i remember being overcome with innocent yet ambitious
hope; to share in some of the new lessons and experiences i had
brought back from Burning Man, as they had swelled within
my spirit like fire around tinder and newsprint,
rising up towards the well-dried wood i'd left to incinerate.
i had much to share, and even more to question; so i sought
out the welcoming presence of another artist
and fellow worshipper of light and reason.
in a matter of moments, i knew that it was righteous to evoke
something specific, a moment of great healing that i had been lead
through when i'd needed it most.
~:~:~
i decided to conduct a healing session utilizing little more than
my own rampant inspiration and thirty minutes of prior instruction.
i began by seating us facing each other,
eye to eye,
wing to wing,
crossed-legged and comfortable in the room above our kitchen's smells.
just as i had observed in my first encounter with this form of healing
(now i can clearly recall my state of mind as i had sat in a different space in front
of my own wondrous healer a few days before,
her own words of healing piercing quickly into my soul, these punctures made
all the more profound by that coy and candid smile creeping up the corners
of her mouth as the tears fell down my cheeks.)
i began to lead my friend and co-conspirator through the motions and rhythms
of what i now know as 'touch therapy' (greatly similar to EFT for those so enlightened).
fingers danced across our respective scalps, chins, brows, collar bones,
and all the other points of tactile energy so proscribed by my previous sherpa.
words seeped out of my chest, echoed and relived by my fellow traveler;
the flow was stronger than i had anticipated:
profound conceptualizations of sacred channels, glowing endurances,
heartfelt motivations, and awakened hopes resounded and reflected
between these two hearts trapped away in this tiny hidden space
that only a spiral staircase could reach.
i would have been amazed with my own ability to focus and continue on
if i had not been so entranced by these words as they filled
me with a strength i had once thought farcical to expect.
this call-and-response had evolved into a
call-and-response-and-response-and-call,
and beyond that, no words can describe the depth of the
emotions that reared their ancient tusks now to graciously violate
our vulnerabilities, penetrating long-calloused fears without
shame or any other cosmic hindrance.
i cannot remember whether there were tears running down her face;
in either case, i had apparently summoned something of great significance
from deep inside of her.
i too felt lighter and heavier than ever before.
buzzed on the high of eloquence and spiritual epiphany by this point,
i don't think, in retrospect, i could have left that room just then;
the session had ended, the final words had filled the room
and promptly let the silence resume.
but there was a crackling heat still spinning,
a fire i was intrinsically inclined to explore.
(i suppose i've found too many fantastic moments of
sensual pleasure resulting from chaos and uninhibited whimsy
to ever shy away after such revelations; the mere potential for
something more finite developing from this interaction kept my
body firmly planted to the interior of that oddly-shaped room
that encased her sanctuary.
my libido had stirred and was now in control, unbeknownst to me.)
looking back, it's hard to imagine myself standing up right then after
that final blessing, giving her an immense hug, and hightailing my posterior
back down to the ground floor of the house where i would find my own room.
i suppose i may have missed another powerful moment, or perhaps
i would have set myself up for some alternative path now impossible to comprehend.
if i had left, though, i might have saved my future selves a plethora
of wonderings and wet dreams; no sense now in conceiving the inconceivable.
in either case, though, i stayed in that room, ready to explore further, (touch),
play harder, (touch), learn new things, (touch), travel to new levels.
i suddenly found myself cradling her in my arms, half-naked,
with the sultry aroma of her own excitement rising up from her loins
into the thick heat of the air surrounding us.
(had i really removed her shirt so easily and without protest?).
fingers now danced along new canvasses, skin beckoning
further sensations, alight with whatever sparkle of inspiration
spiritual or sensual or somewhere unmapped between them.
there was no conscious beckoning towards any resolute goal,
although my reflections point their weary eyes at my own
unquenchable thirsts for passion and conquest.
at a certain point all i could smell was her arousal,
all i could feel was the eventual conjoining of our mutual pleasure.
i was breathless and primal, pushed into such a state by the
effusion of our pheromones tangling into something unshakable.
i had entered the threshold of her dwelling tasked only with
a mission to revel within the spiritual realm; now i was chained to my spine here
in the crucible of this aching physicality.
there was no mechanism of restraint within me strong enough to
abandon the ancient goals of my physiology, no hesitation
with enough reason to dissuade my approach of satisfaction.
for all intents and purposes i was effectively foaming at the mouth,
waiting to sink in, (hoping to inspire her body to carry my genetic material
into a new generation), tasting something lush just beyond the limits
of my experience up until this point.
it fills me with wonder that i still cannot muster one modicum of shame,
even when my reflections turn to the outcomes of this brazen incursion.
we eventually (time is difficult to discern as i replay these moments)
split from a shared proximity, each collapsing in opposite directions,
minds still reeling from all the possible paths we had nearly embarked upon.
i was still unaware of my instinctual motivations to procreate, instead perceiving
the previous ceremony as one of complete spiritual surrender
(which it still very much was; such a sweet dichotomy of intentions).
it was then that something otherworldly happened:
my limbs became engulfed with a kind of fire i had only rarely experienced
in moments of mind-shattering psychedelic revelry, and every
tendon, muscle, and vein shot this sacred energy into the palms of
my outstretched hands.
i was amazed.
entranced.
i felt enlightened, cast into the light of some greater sun than had before been seen.
utilizing the self-choreographed motions of unlocking the chakra of my heart,
i watched myself grasp onto this fire, shooting it out through the
desire-drenched air; it cascaded throughout the room: back into my own palms,
through her, through the walls, into the sunlight outside, into the atmosphere,
towards the sun.
i could sense this sacred fire in sight, feel, taste, and on levels i still have yet to understand.
and then, after countless seconds saw this unforeseen channel engulfed,
it was over.
i was empty, not in the terms of feeling absent or unfulfilled,
rather in the sense of being squeezed so tightly that all of my
inner juices had pooled on the floor beneath me.
i fell back, crumpled mass of a man, now unable to speak
with any justice of these moments just endured.
she was still in her own excitement, still brimming over with inspiration
and that priceless sense of healing i had initially sought to share.
there was no connection at this point between us;
i had just orgasmed in ways i had not considered possible,
whereas she was only getting started.
after some time, i regained my ability to speak
("oh wow... oh my fucking GOD... ohhhh.... shit!" i panted),
and regained my sense of the space i still occupied within the room.
it is difficult to remember what happened between this moment
and the one that found me downstairs, back in my room,
heart still beating like a djembe out of tune.
i know that i had tried, rather unsuccessfully, to express
some semblance of what i had just encountered.
i also recall still smelling some faint hint of our pheromones
lingering in the rich aromas of the house for hours after,
although for all i know it was just a memory pushing further
out of my recollection and into my nostrils.
in any case, i had returned to the ground floor of our home
with no badge of successful seduction, nor any solid rationalization
of the distances i had just returned from.
~:~:~
spooling skins, spilling hearts
encroaching on absurds
will share in open channels to
approach new heights endured.
the swan, the spine
now faint in mind,
you've helped awaken
truths sublime;
if love is heat
and sorrow cool,
i pray to find
this sacred tool
in fields away
from prying hands,
a tempest brews
to sweep the lands
that we might share
like kings and court,
for life is long,
but youth is short.
encroaching on absurds
will share in open channels to
approach new heights endured.
the swan, the spine
now faint in mind,
you've helped awaken
truths sublime;
if love is heat
and sorrow cool,
i pray to find
this sacred tool
in fields away
from prying hands,
a tempest brews
to sweep the lands
that we might share
like kings and court,
for life is long,
but youth is short.
~:~:~
typing this out as it flows from my fingertips, i am drenched in
curiosity; what have i endured, what have i wrought, and
what did she encounter in those few sweltering moments?
i seek no answer to such ponderances, instead i thirst for more.
my heart is full and empty, my senses are on fire.
what next may come is a mystery i am prepared to
be surprised by.
and one word resounds throughout: love.
love, unchained to libido, to expectation, to desire;
unhooked by selfish hoarding or hopeless sacrifice.
the love that i must follow into the darkness is the love
that opens doors and levels walls.
~blessings~
Bear
