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 you

throngs

tsunami’s

schools

of small

rapid things

of heart led dancing

and yet

straw still spins

and the doors

are blowing in the wind

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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 mother thumbs

gently mould,

I can see

YOU !

Wings sail your soul and your glory a spray of ultra marine

my palms and heart are clean,

my mind a pillow for your fear.

Take your silver coin

my darling,

ride the light be free.

 

 

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

to

big spirit remembering