Songs of Flesh, Songs of Spirit: Nearly Tantric Poems of God, Sex, and Anything Else

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In this selection of poetry and short prose, Mark Shepard shares with you his twin obsessions with God and sex -- often in the same piece. Perhaps not since Solomon's Song of Songs have the lofty and the worldly been so entwined, like two lovers struggling toward communion. Humor, insight, reverence, sensuality, a penchant for austerity, and a gift of delight -- you'll find them all in "Songs of Flesh, Songs of Spirit."
 
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Mark Shepard's poetry has appeared in such illustrious journals as Pegasus, Fountainhead, and The New Potato Caboose.
 
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"Beautiful sparks in all kind of directions. Not the stylistic consistency that one sees in book-a-year poets, but more honesty, and a fine intensity." -- Rod Willmot, poetry editor, Black Moss Press
 
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CONTENTS
 
In a world . . . 
Crystal 
Poem for Lew 
Tell me something . . . 
You scream for my ****, but . . . 
We are destroyed . . . 
Disciple 
As the click of a boot heel . . . 
I Am a Searcher Among Stones 
Wet Dream 
Beth 
Sure, I love you . . . 
Bed-Hopping 
"Look!" she cried . . . 
Brian 
Lotus 
Circle Dance 
Gopi 
Soulmate
 
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GOPI
 
[Note: A gopi is one of the cowmaid lovers of Krishna. -- Mark]
 
Last night my Lord came to me. 
I had lain many nights waiting, 
hoping His favor would find me, 
there in the dark. 
When He came, He came in silence -- 
I did not hear Him enter, 
did not see Him till He stood by my bed. 
I gave a small cry, 
but He reached out His hand to quiet me, 
to soothe me. 
Then He slid beneath the covers, 
and my arms received Him.
 
I have not been known as a passive lover, 
yet, feeling the weight of this man upon me, 
I wished only to lie and receive His strength. 
His hands were gentle, 
his fingers sensitive, 
and His touch, wherever it fell, 
made me feel my skin had come alive. 
His mouth pressed my mouth, 
and when I felt it on my neck and breasts, 
my body trembled in reply. 
When He entered in, I begged for roughness-- 
but He would have none of it. 
Slowly He moved, and smoothly. 
To my delight, I felt the fire building-- 
to my surprise, 
I found the mild more forceful than the strong. 
I felt Him build within my swelling joy, 
and when He came, 
I felt as if a light had flooded me. 
"Lord," I cried, "my Lord." 
But I did not come with Him. 
Lord help me, I could not. 
Even then, something held back.
 
When I had received His all, 
he did not forget me, 
but gently stroked me 
and whispered pleasure in my ear. 
And when I cried, 
he comforted me, 
and told me not to mind, 
and promised He would come again.