In a Temple of Ancient Yoga

Love Poem

"In a Temple of Ancient Yoga"

Perhaps I am a woman who has faith in what she hopes to gain,

and who sees the endings of epochs with a sudden tease.

We've believed me to be useless upon your shores,

as Odysseus must have been on Calypso's island.

Yet you move the sun and moon,

that the days when I could see a hope that was not homosexual,

diminished as you lit the room,

for one who encompasses something other than magic,

like a nymph who sleeps between day and night

with a candle shining a celestial path for one's heartbreak 

to view an interlude, of a woman's mystery who culminates in a fountain of youth.

To you I am a woman, even your daughter,

you are more saintly as I cry to you my heavenly Father,

who moves mountains 

when heroes fall, as the traces of a smile can be sentimental.

With  a fragrance of  a natural calling of the language of waves.

as girls can be neglected by their mother's at times.

let all evil and temptation be removed,

perhaps I do provoke and invite you my Father,

as easily as my natal innocence surrenders to your past.

You are my past, present and future,

let peace be still, it be not the waste.

Yes, I still wish for your a*****e,

the yellow and white cheeks opening

to a haven that makes my life and even my death sublimely sweet,

It is a garden  of nourishing rainbows,

and the passage and passing through of ancient yoga in the temple.

My boundaries break, when you know

I art though gay.

that perhaps if only in testimony I dream of you what I wish for me,

but your a*s holds memories of sudden tears for me,

you and I, other men, perhaps in gossip, or in myth.

I will ask you to forgive again,

only for you to know I am your seat again.

What tears of sadness befall me,

as you are my lord and my rock,

whose woman's work is only to make it clear,

that to be spell bound

and possessed by  a womb is not the way.

Yet If I may speak to you as  my Lord and my Mother,

It will take every task to hope these emotions cease,

since I being possessed by your grace and charm,

wish only to be undone by your threshold,

of blessing in who we are and how we view

the worthiness of this, a passage in my dreams.