i smell the
hot shadows
they linger
like sticky sweet
liquid
and
sunshine
dark
musky pieces
that come alive
to be collected in a perfect picture
eaten later
washing
me
with river
fire
perfume
melting and
spawning
whispering
on knifes edge
weaving sharply
softly
through my senses
figures who live
in me
who stretch and twine
through me
like
naked
wires
almost
finally
nearly
completely
touching
Spawning in Lava River ~ more art at www.artofkundalini.com
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well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
A most interesting title for the painting.
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