Friday, February 11, 2011

Kama Sutra - Husband and Wife

With Valentine's Day this Monday, here is the fourth of the Kama Sutra poems from my collection "Touch in the Bed of Light". It's dedicated to every man who has found his soul's wife, and every woman who truly knows her soul's husband.

Kama Sutra – Husband and Wife

 
I lift her into my arms,
feeling the pleasure that comes in strength
to cradle her body in my grasp.
She winds her hands behind my neck,
and whispers in my ear.
We smile together, and I set her down
to rest on the bed,
the illumination of happiness and want
in her face.

He is so strong, it always excites me.
What could be more alluring,
than powerful hands that have mastered
gentleness; than a husband who longs
to see me in pleasure.
The smile bursts from me,
a sunrise breaking from clouds.
When he lays me down, I gasp
with impatience,
because I want him beside me.

I lift her feet until she is framed
by her graceful legs on either side;
then let them come across my back,
as I bend to kiss her neck.
The pulse of life there is a voice
of its own; life and warmth
are in its beat.
I cup her breasts,
and we are in Uthkanta, throat-high.

His lips on my throat
make all the pain in my body melt away.
Currents flow through my limbs,
and I know what it is to be water,
moving through a weary land
and awakening it to life.

The strength in her legs gives way,
but as they slide away from my back
even that movement seems like grace
to me; and yet she cries out softly
as if from loss, and so I catch her feet;
draw them up until they reach her hair.
So we have Vyomapada, sky-foot.
I take her arching foot to my lips.

Oh god, do not ever let us be parted.
When I sleep, I dream of seeing him
next to me in the morning light,
and when I wake, the reality of it
is almost to much joy to bear.
Come inside me, my love, my heart,
my soul.

The warmth of the night is ours to share.
When we have breathed our pleasure
to one another, I lay my head on her breast,
and she strokes my hair
until I begin to drift
into the purest peace; into the shared heart
of our embrace.
I kiss her, and sigh out a good night,
but her hand is already still,
her breathing deep and even.
We lie together on the edge of dream,
the beat of her heart my lullaby.