Sweet Me

 

 

Finding the sweet me

is a forever journey

a soul trip

to inner space

amongst the mist

worlds that

exist ed

before I could think

When my heart was  jupiter

and you my mother

my father

my feathered gods that

swung me left and right

up up

missing the fan blades

instilling a grounded earthly love

for something

blue and green

a painterly  lean

a thick  plastering of sensational life

I flew the roads and climbed the mountainous peaks

dancing the backs of cashmere  goats

I have breathed shallow on the arsenicum ridges

been plaintive in my call

but strength becomes me now

and oceans float my

salty toes

to shore

Finding the

sweet

in the folds of satin ink

amongst wildflowers and faces

a journey

pink

and incomplete

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Green Shoots Unseen

 

AH such keen thrill

to this cold,

this ice in my bones

I run through the house naked

a flying queen in snow cloak

to stand skin first

pressed against fire

I squeal with

life biting

it

sucks me closer….

Like old love

yesterday moments that should remain buried

but are not quite dead

and bitterness that masks rusty pain

that masks desire

that masks yearning

love of self…

a winter growth, green shoots, un seen.

BUT for now I lay him underneath the coals

and raise my arms in supplication

to my god

of fire, skin and soul

 

The Wasp The Rose

 

The wasp

penetrates

and the rose too

I press my face into this life

and on fluttering petals they find my portal

they sting and sing

in glorious waves

of mystery, the rose the wasp

and propel a gyroscopic spin

on my ribbons

my universe

they travel

I am

space

and these intoxicants are journeying through stars