SIEANNEN BELL

The Divine Animal 

(Rapt with Orgasm)

"The divine is not separate from the beast"

-Lenore Kandel

The divine animal, the ecstatic

dance done a dozen ways, I

care nothing for asceticism

for I fiercely desire life without

moderation in all its myriad

forms. Drunk on you, still so

   (c) 2003 Sieannen Bell

sticky hot with the scent

of love and something like

desire but with the volume

turned up to deafening.

The human hand meeting

the damp sun-heated earth

not to plow but to embrace

both arms full of flesh,

of the sweet aching taste of

honey  in my open mouth,

the salty musk of your cock

dripping from the hand cupped

between my shuddering legs.

Here in the grass with the

bright sun of your body

straddling my hips I have

said your name until it rose

in the sharp arc of a sacred chant.

The ecstatic mouth of god, 

my cunt, forming words of

love, lust, unbearable

longing all said in the

spiral song of my moan.

I throw back my head and fill

my body with the exhalations of

a thousand trees, I kneel

over you, your face still

so brilliantly, breathlessly rapt

with orgasm and truly,

I have known God.

Fusion: Body/Spirit

Tracing the slope of her breast slow

Enough to memorize by touch, as if

This could be the last time, as if it is

The only exploration I will ever make

Upon this sea. Her nipples are dark

And firming under the pressure

Of touch, of taste, of breath.

Her face is lit up by her smile.

With her eyes slit, she is a child,

And she is an animal; I taste her

And know she is a woman

Completely. The warm salt,

The sea, the topography of

Spirit and body fused here where

Clitoris is swollen against tongue

And fingers. I want to take

Her inside of me, I want her

To take me inside of her.

Two women slipping

In and out, the caves of

The sea, waves breaking

Against cavern walls

Her slow deep voice

Laughing out loud with

perfect abandon. The waves:

Our bodies breaking

Against each other,

Clutching flesh as if we

Could hold more than

Skin between these hands.

She lifts my head up

To look at me, she is

Radiant, red-faced,

Still laughing. Her fingers

Wet and tangling in my

Hair, I can smell

Myself on her hands.

I can taste us in the

Air. Always the ocean,

Always the storm.

We will not be quieted

Or stilled, we two women

Dancing to a rhythm of our

Own creation. Her legs

Are strong and straddle me

With surety. She is drowning

Me in her hair, she is wolf,

Is swallow, is snake

Curving around me,

Swallowing me up

In the measure of her cadence,

Hips rocking ever forward.

Her lips breathing breath

Back into me, bringing

Me up to every surface.

Her skin slipping over mine,

Covering me completely.

And we are water creatures

Mingling and merging,

In play, in prayer, in a

Song that caresses the

Narrow arch of her back

And each long arm holding

Us, binding us together.

Cunt to mouth

Mouth to cunt

Turning in circles.

The body of God created always

Only here in the sacred and

Vibrant union of human flesh.

Tasting Her (Fruit, Earth and Flesh)

Taking me back out into the rain,

dancing slow on a closed road

while she laughs out loud,

barefoot and crazed with desire

We climb up the valley wall just

to find the sky, we are breathless

and collapsing against the warmest

wind all summer long

We sing to the clouded

streak of a crescent moon

all tangled up in each other’s

skirts but the rain still won’t stop

So we huddle together under hemlocks

telling stories about the taste of

wild apples and watercress

growing in sweetwater springs

She says that I taste like

cinnamon and honey

on her tongue, she says I am

like nothing she’s ever known

We tumble down,

irreverent of witnesses,

back into the road still

tasting fruit, earth and flesh

And I keep singing until I’m crying,

my mouth full of tears, of sweat, of her

name said over and over again to the dark

The rain traces the contours of her

body against the night and

I bury myself in her skin

I do not need morning to see

the dawn, I have watched the

sun rise from the inside out