"To WhiteWings, With Love"
by Steppenwolf <brianac@bytes.gen.nz>

Note: this poem's "official" location is at SteppenWolf's web site: 
<http://www.bytes.gen.nz/~brianac/text/my-stuff/to-ww.txt>



     "...For you've touched her perfect body
          with your mind..."

                              -- Leonard Cohen

     "Sail on, silver girl,
      Sail on by...
      Your time has come to shine,
      All your dreams are on their way..."

                              -- Simon & Garfunkel

I watch you glide effortlessly through the waters
 that surround you, truly one with your surroundings;
I watch you glide through the air, also, as though
 striving to reach the heights of the gods themselves,
 as though to proclaim your own innate divinity;
I see, nay feel deep within me the power you possess,
 And the joy you feel in being *alive*,
And I ponder the name you have been given -- WhiteWings.

WhiteWings, indeed! What other name could convey
 what you are, and what you mean to me?
WhiteWings, the wings of an angel -- for truly you
 are not of this world...
Nay, far removed are you from the evil of this world,
 the pettiness and anger, bitterness and strife that is
 the world of man.
You inhabit a world (indeed, a heaven) far removed
 from my own, and yet --
And yet, through you, I can gaze into that world,
 that heaven,
And see my salvation.

Often I have watched you work with a man,
 seen you do his bidding for a reward;
I've seen him touch you, run his hands along
 your beautiful body as I long to myself;
And I've wondered, does he love you, this man?
 Does he think of you often when he's not with you?
 Do you inhabit his thoughts while he is awake,
 And his dreams while he's asleep?
Yes, does he love you, this man?
 And, dear one, do you love him?
For you are with me, if not always, then often --
 And more often still, it seems, as time goes on.

They have said you are old, my love, and it may be so,
 though it seems to me that you are beyond the ravages of space and time;
You seem, to me, a being of boundless strength and energy,
 within whose form power and elegance merge effortlessly.
Surely you will not, cannot, MUST NOT age?
Or can it be (miserable day!) than even a God may die,
 and the hopes and dreams of all who worship her?
Surely even then your soul will live on, once more to
 fill and animate a newly consecrated temple.
You will never truly die, my love.

But why dwell on such morbid stuff,
 while you are here, still very much alive?

I long to hold you close to me, to feel the
 smooth, cold silk of your skin against my own;
I long to feel our bodies intertwined as one,
 one body, one heart, one mind, one soul...

I long to lay with you under the moon,
 to run my hands gently, lovingly over your form,
 as the moonlight glimmers on the water, and on your skin...
I long to look deeply into your eyes,
 and to see my love reflected there,
 and to know that you love me also...

I long to run my hand along your belly and over your sex,
 to feel you shiver with excitement and desire...
I long to take you, to mate with you there under the moonlight,
 to feel you make love to me in return, our bodies truly one...
 to hold you close to me afterwards, my face pressed into your skin,
 my tears, tears of joy, washing over your skin as we bask together
  in the afterglow of our union, the light of moon as it reflects
  off your skin making it seem as if you truly are glowing...

(Would I feel guilty at our union?  The rules of men still
 have a hold on me, though I have long since known them to be senseless,
 and there are, among my kind, those who would look only upon your form,
 (and can there be another more beautiful?)
 without considering the beauty of your spirit, and pronounce our union
 as "unholy"...
What guilt can there be in love?  And I do love you --
And if you allow our bodies to come together as one,
 if you allow me the privilege of sharing your world and your soul,
 then surely you must love me also.
Whence comes my guilt, then?  It is born and bred in irrationality.
Whence comes my salvation?  Only through you, my love...
 only through your love, in its perfect innocence.)

I long to see you slip off into the water, lost to my eyes
 as I try in vain to track your movements in the gloomy water,
 only to feel your skin sliding against my legs.
I reach down into the water to once more stroke your
 soft but muscular body --
 but instead I feel your mouth grasp my hand,
 your sharp cone-shaped teeth softly imprinting themselves in the
  soft flesh on my hand,
 as you gently but firmly invite me into your true home.

I long to join you in the waters, as you request of me,
 to swim beside you and play with you,
 free from the restrictions of space and gravity,
 savoring true freedom of movement.
You would surely laugh at me, my love,
 to see my slowness and clumsiness set against
 your own grace and speed.
Yes, you would surely laugh at me, in your quiet and gentle way,
 but your laugh would be one of kindness and love,
 and I would laugh also, to see my own futility.

I long for you to teach me of your skill,
 that I may also feel at home in and beneath the water.
I long for you to teach me, my love, as a mother
 would teach her child,
 for you could almost be my mother...

And when I tire, I long to feel you shepherd me
 towards the rocks once more;
And as I lay against the rocks, most of my body beneath the icy waters,
 I long to feel your body press against me as you float
  just above me...
To feel you slide back and forth against me,
 arousing me and then seeking to impale yourself on my arousal...
To feel myself slide within your warm, muscular canal once more --
 to feel your muscles contract about me, seeking to draw my seed
  deep within you...
To wrap my arms around you and hold you tight against me as you
 take your pleasure of me, and I of you...
To feel your pectoral flippers at my sides as you hold me close to
 your own body, as once more we ascend to the pinnacle of ecstasy together...
To feel the spray of the brine on my skin as the waves crash on the
 rocks around us,
 To taste the salt upon your skin as I cover your neck and chest
  with passionate kisses,
 To feel the night winds caress and bite into my exposed flesh...
 Each sensation a blessing from you, my lover and Goddess...

I long to do, to feel, all these things (and more!)
 as I live and work by your side, my love.
I long to give myself to you, body and soul.

I long to do whatever I can that will bring pleasure
 into your life, my love,
And if it be the will of the Gods,
 this desire shall be fulfilled.


                    -- SteppenWolf,
                          96-08-25
