Lust

For Laurel...because he had more to say on the matter.


Coyote speaks of love and lust often. He is a fan of both, though it is lust that makes his hair stand on end. It has a bad rap and therefore excites him.

“Desire is written in the stars and yet so many of you…people…stuff it down in your guts, hiding it away from forever. And yes, I know a thing or two about heaven and the stars. Not banned from them alright. I just choose you to dwell amongst. Mostly because there lust is passing whimsy, where here it wraps around your waste pulling you powerfully into its lap as you beg it kiss you. Here you get to balance the deliciousness of never with the power of now…the perfection of wanting and getting simultaneously and sometimes eons a part. Oh, I love it so you silly beasts.

Lust is the wildness rising up from between your legs and the great, grand mother earth. It is the aching for return to oneness and the desire for separation. It is a demand for satisfaction and the running away from it at the same time, because the pull of the magnets calls for it to be so. Lust is the gift god breathes into you as life surges through the new born soul. It is good…very.

I demand…as if you listen…that you cultivate lust. Grow it in your Mary, Mary quite contrary gardens. Jo Anna is censoring me telling you what I would do to the delicious Mary, but be certain lust would turn to satisfaction and right round back again. Look for those things you want, place them on a pedestal and climb the heights to reach them. Slip back down again. Touch your skin and revel in the shock of who you are. Turn quickly to look in the mirror to find your reflection naturally caught up in the ecstatic pulse of lustiness…it craving union and delighting in autonomy.”

Coyote feels enough of the 5 dollar words for today. He lusts after the night…and is gone into it.