Your Famous Skin

The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates

drawing forth with curling vapour

a landscape

a kaleidoscope,

my gaze is locked and I am a rocket.

Heaven palms my heart

this angelic celebrity of colour,

paved in golden birthing and now,

this skin, that folds and cups our soles

adorned with tiny birds and diamonds.

My mouth widens and I fall back into stars

swallowing eternity

sweeping in all that is

and clothing me

In

your

famous skin

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la plus grande œuvre

 

no superficial thing….

is it

?

letters sink into paper like fingers into skin

paper receives ink like cells inhale connection

it is absorption

it is beautiful

it is magic

oh truth

when reduced to love

our density falls away

torturously inexplicable

 

 

Towers of Ecstasy

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the fifth of ten poems.

This body

rising fleshly

dough

bursting flowers forth

the hue of singular purpose

though unknown

peeking blue by blue

over brickwork

through little windows

purple red and gold

the light brings peace

while

stepping on trembling steps

controlled by rusty beat

copied in astrological brainstorm

a supernova idea

easily lost in this puddle

easily sweetly

dissolving

though at the core

the foundation

smoother and heavier than stone

The Drift of Eternity

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  first of ten poems.

There is tugging at my ribbons

a wild, teasing acapella

oh this noise is rich…

rich enough to decorate my hollows

to drop me to my knees

whilst midnight space rushes

like swift tide

expanding the universe

cracking my chest

a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES

Yet the whisper is gold that God’s music is a floating note

and it is just I, this phosphorescent speck who has been dappled with fluted purple explosion…

I have been crowned with questions

and led to these stone steps

to press my burning ear against a mossy wall….

eternity compressed

listening for angels

braving the storm

Released

 

Thin lines of light

fall

a forest of

indivisibility

the cage door unhinges gently

footsteps on the air

folding like silver skin

sliding through the glass

 

 

Indigo Chariots

 

~suspended~

it is an unlikely animation

a milky cartoon

free seeming

yet

secured by

ribbons

connected to indigo chariots

the colour

not the speed

provided by snails or gods

you know,

with

glowing shells

BUT

remember please

we are more than shell

 

we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and floats

bouyed on salt

singing

and squealing

we are fertility

coating the sun and disappearing

only

momentarily

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kiss This Smile

 

Kiss

this

smile

this laughter

my bark

my leaves

brushing touching

singing

this smile alights

svelte angel

wings of allure

eternal now

kiss it with your favourite colour,

prolong this

forever

it is yours