oyster

hunter

with your gleaming

liquid heat

you

fire blazing slinger

slicing through leather

i want to know your bloody knife

let me have it

I want to crack this oyster open

i feel it

heavy hunter boots

standing on

your

stepping over

my

slatted wooden floor

i sink

like sand I am

or winter chill

unconfined

unbound

ownerless and free

I slip beneath

easily

dropping

to the earthy need that breathes me

your hotspots call

and i respond like a thoughtless bird

i feel the seeded clouds press

you

into my feathered arms

stone is soft

softer

than water

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(Floating across the river to a little waterfall , thinking about love
When I arrived I looked down and glistening up at me from under the water was this little thing) http://www.artofkundalini.com 

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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