two feet

  feet silken skin sliding two feet a meeting of soles a poetic union saucy smooth snakes two warm feet colliding writhing exalting  

Spinning On My Windmill

    my feet grip wind pushing silver blading through the air and spiralling a curtain of liquid thought a slick coating of perpetual motion and now I am hanging upside down and the colour is dripping my fingers touch earth and so I fertilise my story and sigh deep into the depths of dark

NO Archetype

  Examine evaluate analyze diagnose hard arsed soul imposed assumption medicated string by string frightening conditioning ! who are YOU? to be or not to be is not the question yet question it all I am an angel devil child murderer mother malignant benign fearful gastronomical lovepoison sex kitten crocodog nothing here is real no archetype

Dichotomy of Man

    Originally inspired by the poem Monster   Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.   The sun is a warm distraction but I am blind to my heaven and words hit a dark wall, erected by the king.   I close my eyes And the words spring…   my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of