silken skin sliding
a meeting of soles
a poetic union
two warm feet
Silence is porcelain ….
a shadow of crooked puppets
and thin reflections
this idle fantasy
this existential paradox
this stymied seeking
a lonely paradise
the irony of dreaming
note: I have heard the silence of the universe and it is a cacophony of voice, a body of song, a forest of noise, an ocean of angels, a purge of trumpets
there is no silence
our mind indicates the flux and verve of the holographic universe, dive under painted face to find truth laughing like a joyous child, with every curling toe
This strange stretching heart again!
flushed and high
boring its way through hot rivers
layed out like a woman
adorned with apples
flesh split and oozing
it’s toes make circles in
swirls of colour
star bound….. birds
turn their heads
and push their feathered wing
pressing with shoulder bones
like babies knees
inside the womb.
One must free this pumping beast
or die trying.
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