The Time Traveler (Into the Night)

Command me art by many names, know me young lover who often came, know me by feeling not reason or part. Into the garden my spirit departs. Know me through vale of that not seen, I crossed over to take you in all of your dreams.

She takes it careful, a step at a time, down the dark and narrow, to the screen door of time. She opened nervous, she opens wide, she opens the garden, that side of her mind. Those nerves waiting, nothing to lose, inside a woman, undone, no ruse. Arrows are flying across the open sky, July temperatures are making the heat high, and oh my, what’s a budding flower to do. So this side garden with black soil, nigh, some places it clashes with the tan of your thighs. Oh girl! What’s a time traveler to do, come down like magic, kisses and rhyme, lick all your sorrows, taste you so fine, and it’s true, magic comes to those who fall through. Oh it might be, a way of the moon, the heat of summer that scribes the rune, but oh my love, this time traveler is through. This time traveler is through.

Into the night, the thought and I, Polaroid hues, and you. One step than two until, I lay you down, shadows entwined moving with sound. Taste me, faster, feel like a spark, my back bent forward touching your dark. From way back then, archers seek, the sky, there in the garden, there we do meet. Let loose your arrows bring me down, down even lower, into the ground, touch you where you want me too. For such a lifetime you’ve thought I would. Breathe in your rapture, darkness sweet nectar now. Here in the garden the only sound. Our bodies different if you want it true, but oh my love, this time traveler is through. This time traveler is through.

Variable stars, July formation, physical track of my illumination. Come I through a dangerous pass, come into the garden, where we used to laugh, and turn, see the many colors of earth, my face above yours, then beneath your girth, all ages pass before now. All these dreams they ask for how. Let the garden hold you dear, hold you tight, into the night, your mind so clear. Unfold your creases, fill you sublime, move your hips faster, faster than mine. Walk you through your waist so wet, lay you down your tender back, and if you want me too, before were through, this time traveler will be me in you. There this garden beneath us lie, no false danger underneath light sky, and into the night I cum in you, but oh my love this time traveler is through. This time traveler is through.

Command me art by many names, know me young lover who often came, know me by feeling not reason or part. Into the garden my spirit departs. Know me through vale of that not seen, I crossed over to take you in all of your dreams. – 05.18.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל

The Witxch (A Psalm of Eros)


She’s older, she’s younger, and she’s music of need, ethereal, keys moving, wishing relief. The path in the garden, the one she will choose, and loosen her garment, the witxch ere he moves.

My older legs against the wall, for if I tell you speak of all, that magic spell that’s in my side that erupts pleasure makes it nice. What turn I this a gift to you that comes, in sinew, through and through. While lovers gasp in air of last, my spirit takes you shoving fast. This witxch, this witxch that comes through me, that loves to love and sometimes leaves. This treasure in the night or day, spinning your hips, your moisture play, and then on top on down you come, your back in stars, and water sums. Hold me, hold me, upon the bridge between your sighs, while lovers breathe, and change the world where shadows play, into your longing, of foreplay.

Older a plain of running sieves, when we made pleasure in the leaves, when fall, came down, we could not last, joined in our bodies, fuming fast. Groaned on we, took the wind that blows and brings a hurricane to our bow, and shot our soul into the sea, did you not scream do me, do me. Anthology of all sexual past, of arms and breast and paths through past. To come together in the dark, sweet beat of organs, from first spark, that brings you, on me to call out, for tasting nether where passion starts. Where bodies writhe in wayward games, and breath so heavy in their stay. Oh beam of human that will not last join into spirits, free at last, for Eros flies in mind unseen, releases nerves all energy, and cums and cums, and licks away, what word of stillness that moans with play.

Have you sweet woman wished a witxch, that there shy lad, with dark eyes thick. Did you not know when ember flames, and moons cross meadows, high western plains? It is then he turns into rain. And, his hard sex, becomes the prose, that takes you under, as he goes. Beyond all era time of the past, be still the future, while you bed, and then until your stated still, your perspired body, has had its fill. No one will know, the screams you’ve had, in privacy, the night done past. Has this now made you want the spell of witxch’s garden, from the well?

She’s older, she’s younger, and she’s music of need, ethereal, keys moving, wishing relief. The path in the garden, the one she will choose, and loosen her garment, the witxch ere he moves. – 05.12.2015 –
דָּנִיֵּאל