Universal Intercourse

Universal Intercourse

Sexual attraction/repulsion, the ebb/flow of tides…
The lunatic moon projects a moan
To pull and release our juices so
Each cell is not alone.

Each molecule, each atom copulates
In patterns of brilliant lust
Of conjugal bliss and explosiveness,
Of ejaculatory must.

In and out and back and forth,
Around and around we go,
The whole universe it seems,
Is in the biblical know.

Is he positive?or is she negative?
Is it dirty? No, it’s fun!!!
This bio-chemical-neuro-electrical magnet
Of energetic pun.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

My Lover’s Face

My Lover’s Face

Your smile hides the mischief-making Puck
Promising Dionysian revelry,
Dancing beneath the canopy of sheltering trees…
Your eyes beckon Daphne’s nymphs
To sing and drum their ecstasy
Of Bacchanalian rites.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

Grandfather Tree

Grandfather Tree

Grandfather tree, you stand proudly
On the railroad track hill
At the bottom of the yard…
So very tall and straight,
Bereft of most branches and leaves.
A few vines and a few ferns grow on you…
The squirrels and the birds race
By you on the way
To the more cover of your grandchildren…
Regally you watch,
Prayerfully blessing us
Who watch
Under your protective presence.
(C) 4 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

My Beltane Invocation

My Beltane Invocation

Under the full Beltane moon,
With the inner fire burning brightly
In the mid-spring night,
Will I take you beneath the stars to dance among the trees
And to sing with deep throaty moans and laughs
As heartbeat to heartbeat,
The ancient fertility rhythms compel us
To keep the sacred tryst that feeds Earth
And honors all our relations in the web of life,
Giving sexual energy as fertile life blood,
Commending awakening and growth,
Urging the ripening of love,
Expressed in the joyful embrace.

Come, follow me, my love,
To the hills, to the forests, to the newly plowed field, the river;
Come, my love, to the meadow, to the creek, the ocean,
And let us pay homage to the bringing together
And to the bringing apart,
For all ways are valid in the expression of love
On this night of lusty, frothy sacred weaving
Love as ribbons around your pole.
Come.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw