i am his fish

he is dreaming me i am feeling him he turns inside me his tail waves through me i am full of fish he swims my channels erasing me drawing circles fanning light his dream becomes me i am his fish more art ? http://www.artofkundalini.com 

the brilliant lit

sometimes the sky is so pink i need to eat it….. what is this? this pink silk curtain i want to pull it down! i will spread it over me a sheet of sweet i am crawling into the brilliant lit the space that strokes me, the secret nothing ambushing my skin sitting in my

let me be smoke

I am smoke folding ribbons of disappearing me smoulder I in curls that rise and dance a geometry of truth a Pollock mathematics that defies imagination works magic in the fleshly air if you can find space i worship you if you can prick density you are my god Let me be smoke for touching

DREAM Come true!

GUESS WHAT! WE WON!! Thankyou to everyone who supported me and those that wanted to but didn’t!! 😉 We are now taking the next step toward a bright and sustainable future for all! YES to Childhood empowerment and mainstream publication!! xxx Interrupting my normal scheduled poetry to ask a favour! My wonderful, valued friends, please

I AM ELEPHANT

      Storyteller mirror silent giver of wishes true. I am an elephant. Oh how I love me this way, my close up folding, my sheets of warm skin, the magnified texture and pores of space. Dust rises under lined feet, planets rotating from bone to bone, across arterial heart, kicking up dreams. These eyes are before,