riding the body

Languid, sexy, comfortable, deliciously sore muscles this morning. I am here, hosted in this body. I am riding this body. As my mind lets go of controlling my body comes to the fore. My body emerges as the leader. Here I am. Ride me. Follow me. I will lead you where you need to go. Here I am, whole, complete and in love with being alive.

The dance becomes everything, the whole world, my whole life, embodied in a moment and then gone. I feel the heaviness of your body still. I feel the work of lifting you and your flying on my back, on my shoulder. I give everything to holding you. I give everything and you fly on me and we rise together. Then you tuck roll, spin and I am flying. You have sent me over something, I can’t tell what and suddenly I am in a back bend suspended in mid air above you. Surrendered to the movement and the dance I fly. I find myself on your shoulders. You carry me like a child. I hug your neck with my legs and groin and I am warm and happy. Here I am. You bounce me up a little higher, easier for you to carry me and I remember riding Daddy’s shoulders and that feeling of being bounced up higher. I surrender and I fly. I then roll down your body and it is your turn again. Fly up, find yourself in mid air. Find yourself suspended upside down on my back. Don’t hold yourself back, give me all of your weight. We will fly together.

And I awake dreaming of your body and flesh and the touch. And I awake and roll over next to my lover and I am glad of his flesh and his touch. Here we are, two humans cuddled under the weight of a blanket in the depth of winter. We seek touch to warm our bodies and feed the sleep of our bones and flesh. We sink into this mattress and these sheets and we dream long slow dreams and then the click of the alarm engaging and then the sound of Scott Simon’s voice on NPR telling me it is 6:00 am but it still looks like midnight outside. I roll over and turn off the radio and pull the sheets back up and consider going back to sleep. I roll over and spoon into your side and your flesh and I am grateful that you are here this morning and that I have flesh to cuddle into as I awake to this day. I am grateful for a dry home and comfortable bed and warm blankets. I turn off the bed warmer. Slowly my body temperature lowers and I find myself ready to rise now and wash the smells of sleep and love and dance from my body. I am ready to snuggle in next to my sons and wake them too, but I find the dog already there. The dog craves that cuddle of flesh and pack as much as we do. We are all animals. We may choose to ride these bodies in ecstasy. We may choose the warmth of another. We may surrender to the Goddess in our flesh and come alive to our delicious animalness.