Russell Wardlow

I’ve wandered
mind body spirit
on soulful quests
manifested in flesh
and I’ve wondered
pondering
mind body soul
on spiritual excess
expressed in flesh
oh, and I admit
lucid thoughts
culminating in
beads of sweat
but what would one expect?
I’m still a man
and at some primal level
I’m just a man, at best
my animal inclinations
no different from the next
for years
I’ve gone without
soul searching
with higher ideals achieved
exempt of sex
urges repressed
then mindfully suppressed
vivid thoughts and feelings
digressed
and as the years live on
old memories stretch
but I’ve wondered
now that one chapter
begins to close
as I rapidly happen
upon the next
wondering, what’s next
more and more
maybe even more than ever
I contemplate sex
in mutual ways
which align with my
new understanding
the theatre of domination
has lost its role
and now I seek
a combination of souls
vibrations applauded
by the sounds of flesh
spiritual excess
two sacred spirits
consenting, condensing
relenting, then relentlessly stretch
an ebb and flow
a kaleidoscope a colliding souls
a giving embrace
both responsive at all
levels of consciousness
summoning all senses
at the spirits most densest
time travels of eternity
lost in the confusion of
uncounted minutes
projections received
as one seeks
then discovers
the other receives
then uncovers
the prodding back and forth
of breath and flesh
is just a surface dialect
but as the tri-unity of bodies intersect
a deeper ethereal experience manifests
and once I was
only a man, at best
wandering, pandering sex for sex
but I’ve wondered
what could it be,
like
to have out-of-body experiences
in quantum galaxies
of absolute expressive realities
in the relativity of flesh
changing the dynamics
of the one dimensional
dominion of role dominated sex
where the slightest caress
is a spiritual retreat
and soulful conquest
as accepted entrances
no longer intrude
but excavate
escalating explorations further and beyond
with each harmonic prod
synchronicity
changing the landscape of depth
words lose reason and phrase
a new language raised
unclothed in assented,
incremental breaths
and I’m more than just
a man at best
It’s been so long
but this is how myself,
and understanding more,
first met
I’m just as fulfilled now
with the mystic wonders in my head
than the memories stretched
of shallow surface sex
as for how it will be?
it will be.
and that is enough for me
the chase,
ruins the meet
collisions are far from the peak
accepted mystery, is mastery
but sometimes
I escape from my spirit
to my flesh
because a man
loves to guess
so instead of wander
I wonder
mind body soul
then I
digress…