can you feel my love today?
I polish my window
can you feel today my love?
now
I am visible
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illuminate
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flame
tethered by light
like snow you don’t die
you melt
a slow drop
tenuous wet thread
and swinging
mimicking
opposites
a mirror
the planet
a pendulum
of petrified wood
your pain
yesterday’s musing…
i blame the sun
sun bird ~ contact me for info or prints go to my spot on the web to see more!
just three words
come the sun
like an egg
star fire yellow
over my face
fool I am
still I surrender
to you sun
i am you
electric gold smile
encircling my chest
bending my mind
you rake me
your precious tines
your golden light
drowning and expanding
spiralling my chakras
turning me over
over and over
a thousand years
making me sapphire
lighting me up
my inner pyramid
you shiny motherfucker
just three words
just the mere
……thought of you…….
a never-kiss
kisses hot imaginaire
to separate from not-thin air
to turn from him, never known
to find the sun and call it home
to extricate from ties that bind
to slip from not-arms in the mind
how to kill a form not real
a ghost a spirit a thought a feel
a dancing sprite tugs me through
veils of misty never-true
a world of made up make believe
a heaven blue with no reprieve
not-lover why are you still here?
how can i make you disappear?
a brain that works except with this
you cannot wipe clean a never-kiss
More of Arna? www.arnabaartz.com.au
my mask
the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me
i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear
it’s pointless …
i always see me
so
i hide inside my nudity
i hide behind my noise
exposed and vulnerable
because i am alive
photography by Justin Ealand
To see more art and stuff go to my website, currently a work in progress itself!
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
Spawning in Lava River ~ more art at www.artofkundalini.com
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
