desire

I wriggle surreptitiously

to discourage and squash

but

despite Buddhist ideals and deep Catholic guilt

it soon becomes apparent  

it’s not going to stop

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pulling pins

 

how are you.

take care.

have a nice day.

safety pins

squeezing 

loose stitches

together

added precautions

pinning

dissolving seams failing 

curling release from pattern confining

liquid rust leaking

caught in the weave

of yesterdays cotton

a table cloth

bedsheet

potato bag story

pull it out

one by one

let it go 

and just like that 

a

body

collapsing

 

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illuminate

can you feel my love today?

I polish my window

can you feel today my love?

now

I am visible

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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

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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

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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

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photography by Justin Ealand

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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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