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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 more art ? http://www.artofkundalini.com