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 

Rouge épais

sticky city stepping chamber by chamber rouge épais gloving white feet slowly clinging to fabric tales wagging bouche à bouche tongue power poison courses gone are borders man’s fear driven safety catches sur comme une foudre Eden the ink warrior purges forward riding the tree’s breath sur tambours roulants slick black angelic puffs in a Cosmos de

I Exuderous!

  heart pump is bouncing poetical plee climbing the sky flying the tree giving forth in the oneness expelling the words a cluster of peace a treaty of pearls plucked from deep ocean in side shining love-barnacles traded for wine the glass is transparent unique crystal cut the pouring is warm the toes are a flush

Falling Open

    A question spreads in me, turning keys and slipping locks. Molten steel whips my spirit in long lines of burning rush. Inexplicably it rivers lava through my obstinate reality sliding bolts and throwing open doors. Sashes hit the walls and sprays of light enter me like water to the floor falling in thick crystal