Sanity Where Art Thou?

Sanity is in the breath and NOW
be HERE with me in
deep air like sea
back to the womb
in this pink moment
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YOU I AM

                                                                 

You are bird song

You bring colour to the sky.

You are the oceans driving force.

You are the moon’s silver glow.

You are a kiss of sun.

You are the diamonds perching on tips of leaves.

You are a smile.

YOU are a grain of

sugar

rice

salt

sand

you

ARE

a drop of

rain

milk

wine

sea

YOU

are

light

flight

fresh

me

you are a macrocosmic microcosmic expressionistic piece of

ALL THAT IS.

becoming who

you

we

he

she

I AM

Wonderful

 

he saw my fear

and he called me          wonderful

he touched my scar

and he called me          brave

 

When I fall

out of the tree

I might land on a patch of moss.

There could be a mossy patch

could be

a  soft

spot,

some warm grass the sun was sitting on

 

a mossy patch

a soft bit

a piece of sun

 

wonderful.

To Whom It May Concern


my falling hand parts the air to anchor on my thigh

drawing your eye

down

there

you travel the heat my fingers made like a silent stream

marking the space

between

us

a murmer under the skin hums an invitation

the other

will not

ignore

your body moves from nowhere to somewhere

now I exist

I am

fire

From Man To Woman

From Man to Woman                                                 Arna Baartz *2006

 

Beautiful and kind

heart open wide

like womb

or

time,

soft

edges undefined.

Man is here

wants to be

loved we see…..to exist is all.

Making the rough

the tough

spearhead,

the phallic reaching, mother womb

fertile fields a sad man’s tomb.

A question soft and true;

See me? I see you. Please see me? I’m here too.

Out of hand,

far too grand and now we’ve lost the point.

A blood-tipped point,

the taste of salt,

a rusty thing no-ones fault.

Beautiful and gentle

a cry…..short and true;

See me? I see you.

Please see me,

I’m here too.

Flower Skin

 

Flower skin at dawn

petal thighs,

open silk and fragrant

it nests there.

 

Simply touching skin

momentary fire,

a wealth of frothy wave

it crests there.

 

Unbearable softness

something sighs,

colour in satin throat

it rests there.

Love Swept The Breeze Away

 

Fresh and cool it entered

then swayed and left,

or seemed to,

me and you,

the saddest

flowers

in the sun.

But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin

told me the truth

I didn’t know until then.

Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard,

I pressed my ear against the

tight spot  in my heart.

Feathers ruffled, a moment shuffled,

the breeze stung my eyes and made me cry (it didn’t mean to).

Breath filled me and called me and kissed me

on the inside.

Love shifted and swayed and seemed to say,

a word that only

the tight spot,

deep in my heart needed to hear.

one

soft,

perfectly

fragrant

word…..

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