It’s Your Turn
In mutual
loving servitude
of each other
we are exalted
by our own reflections
as seen
in each other’s eyes.
When Master meets Mistress,
as one directs
the other serves.
This time…
at least for now….
within our malleable union.
As Yin encircles Yang,
and bottom
supplants top,
it is certain that
each time
according to its season,
one will plow
to sow
what the other shall receive.
Every top needs a bottom.
Every bottom loves its top.
The wheel of eighty-eight
forever turning,
each will be
according to its season
and what you give
will
be revisited
before the cock
crows twice.
Who better than she knows
his innermost desires?
When he responds,
to be
a Top Dog
or her really Dirty Dog
he does it for her
as she does for him.
And when she holds the leash
he gratefully accepts the collar.
No need for whipping-post
nor whip
within our willing servitude.
And as she frees herself
of will and ego
she becomes the chalice
of all
energies,
a gathering place
for channeling
human lightning.
She is exalted,
the alter of the temple
of the Holy of Holies.
As rogue wave swells
take on
heaving rhythms
more frequent
with each set
She rides
from bottom to the top,
balanced
on the crest
of her wave,
now a powerful
Goddess
to be worshipped
until it becomes her time
to serve.
Once Again.
When he falls in love,
She becomes his greatest weakness.
When She falls in Love,
He becomes
her greatest strength.
And when again we recognize
that old familiar me
in me
I have no doubt
you’ll welcome
back
our binary love affair.
All things return unto The One
and I am Zero.
When You are Zero
I am One.
But always in Love
We are One.
And We are Also Zero.
(a slight aside…)
The bee goes from flower to flower
while the flower remains
to be visited by
all the other bees.
Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent
06/23/2015
June 30, 2015 at 4:44 am
What I love in reading is imagining the place a writer writes from. Pieces – paintings like this fascinate me. There’s so much said that I can’t fathom creating that It leaves my imagination blasted with a smile of knowing that there are beautiful places of the mind that I have no knowledge of, still to be discovered and THAT is a comforting thing to me. This was beautiful.
June 30, 2015 at 7:52 am
I love women, and I love the fluid lines that we may choose to draw as to our roles. Pt. VI will expound upon this theme even more. What’s most important is that it gave you pleasure.
June 30, 2015 at 11:33 am
I just love that last line.