sex

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

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Love

what is love…….?

the breath

the feeling

the thought

the wish

the view

the memory

the thought

the feeling

the touch

the want

the eyes

the loss

the wish

the feeling

the smell

the thought

the touch

the wish

the view

the wish

the wish

the wish?

in these particles of truth

I resound

I………..am

love

a crashing wave

only one moment

and a dent in the sand

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I see you my king

i see you

i am an ambient channel for

your song

sung true

into the early dawn

of the very first moon

i wished you

my king

tangled falling tumbling free

marrying the waves

in my salty sea

you are my sunshine king

easily

gracefully

i feel you now

entering your domain

into my heat

claiming

my drawbridge chain

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red feather flowers

fixer

you broke something

I crawl

in the ceiling

over here under there

in the dark night

under the new moon

this church is in disrepair

there is dust on my fingers

and in my hair

my heart

it must be here

somewhere…

I slide across

the silver line

along the dark wood walls

a small box

full of unfair

two red birds flying

this church is in disrepair

there is dust on my fingers

and in my hair

my heart

it must be here

somewhere…

I wander this house

dropping feathers like flowers

i smell honeysuckle

better than fear

Calling

I want you

Trying to make you hear

Through my dreaming

every day every day

every where

this church is in disrepair

there is dust on my fingers

and in my hair

my heart

it must be here

somewhere…

I’m crazy for you

I look for your eyes

It is me seeking death

my scorpion

your poison so clear

I need that piece you put in the ceiling

don’t see how but

you took it from here

this church is in disrepair

there is dust on my fingers

and in my hair

my heart

it must be here

somewhere…

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c’est tout lumiere

i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile

it travels backward towards me even as you turn away

it seeks me like a moth

i see it in your shoulders, tightly held

yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me

aligned you are your eyes

a lake of stars

an eerie, erotic mirror

i see you like a fox trying to hide from the moon

ma lumière

mon coeur est allume parce que tu existes

no more no less

c’est tout lumière

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i am his fish

he is dreaming

me

i am feeling

him

he turns inside me

his tail waves through me

i am full of fish

he swims my channels

erasing me

drawing circles

fanning light

his dream becomes me

i am his fish

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The Land of Milk and Honey

oozing a nectar of trembling epiphany

sentry is sleeping whilst guarding pentuppery

secretly dreaming trespassing all over thee

working around the sacred inside of me

needing and wanting are twining a fantasy

always unspent in mortal absurdity

but

truth like a wave or a kiss from the other me

calls to the knowing waiting so patiently

climbing the ladder of tenuous certainty

thank you I say to the sleepy eyed sentry

i smile and step out of that tedious entropy

wild are my eyes in a rainbow of heavenly

milk

is my youth

and honey infinity….

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