Child

It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures like

lullaby

  soft flexible sounds fall like gently held air buoyant easy a light language sweet blended like your warm cheek fresh and unambiguous on my maternal dancing shoulder               more art >>> http://www.artofkundalini.com

Sweet-Skin Child

    I offer my cup to you, sip sip sweet-skin child woman not quite. I stroke your mind with words, encouraging in their colour. Your hopeful eyes hardly blink. Your body tips forward floating flowers fill your ears, l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself My

Big Spirit Remembering

      Lake eyed, seeking sophisticated lines in experience only      thisbig . Bonsai finger, reaching, one, two, three un, deux, ,trois A B C Flaring YES FLASH Concept IGNITION! . The mother heated, pressing, liquidity tidal primal OH to tend not bind OH to guide not dam OH to love not bury . Sidestepping yielding