Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thick

Morning Earth

  Deep breath clears the words so, like full cocoons they split and flutter off. Morning earth makes small gestures moist fragrant whispers dance persistently in my breast. The sun holds it’s majesty between my eyes and purple blossoms……hazy winter….. What IS this morning saying to me? What IS this dewy touch I feel in

Sky God

    Sky God gets dressed behind a grey cloud, little window of light. Sky god peeks out whilst slipping on his yellow socks.   Sky God puts the kettle on, I can hear the lid of the tea pot. Green tea for him, it makes him yearn for the jungle.   Sky God yawns

Stealing People?

  To ‘steal another woman’s man’… The phrase is old and unreliable it reeks of guilty blame and shying away from responsibility.   Stealing; a concept seen cleanly when speaking of chocolate and cheap jewellry. Woman; a word associated with shame.   The guilty party is not the stolen nor the thief but the water

Notice This

  NO Tissssssssss Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss   Kiss my Lips.   Which lips? Twolips Fresh smell blossom   Notice this, this lip that lip kiss lip fat lip   Love me see me, touch my hips kiss my lips n o t i c e t h i s i a m s a y i n

The Paintbrush

The paintbrush sits on pale skin and slides scarlet over kissing plain it touches and presses like time and strokes the distance between my fingers and my desire. Eyelids close and a breath is taken….. slowly a small movement, a perfumed step The paintbrush leaves the skin hair by hair and patience tempers the dancing

In Your Hands

      In your hands I AM cupped, a temporary prayer a sweet slice of merging space I AM dappled dusk a glance of playful light falling shadowed by grace through velvet felted umber.

Something More Than Mediocre

Push dangle wringle wrangle Fiddle squish make a wish……………….. Little joker great Heyokah something more than mediocre. Come here, go away walk slower, run faster fuck you zen master! 101 ways to trust you love you thankyou Find it in the dictionary under ’Rufus round and  round.’ Sylvester’s magic pebble his Father finally found His mother

The Edge

  Gravel sex breaking up breaking broken into bits   gravel feet pressing in pushing love broken out.   Breaking, break me take me… on the edge   tying up down into….. hard tongue knots.   Broken bits melt melting silver soft liquid free trembling mercury.

Running Water

    The River is wanton, it speaks to me and I listen. Restless creature I AM a mossy rock by this river. It’s earthy fragrance entices me, I stand quiet and let it touch my body. I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and on my lips.