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 chair de graisse sucrée

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Art Opens Me

 

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Flayed by sable

spread with pigment

creamed by colour

wanton inking

apple green

stripped to my core

gasping for more

I dip

I fly

on archival wings

gouache lips

snaking and bouncing

dancing

on

wet

orange

feet

unbound by art

I am called

Art of Kundalini

 

My ART 

The ART OF KUNDALINI

LONGING to explode

to shatter the construction

and flush my cells of the murk and grey that clings

I lie on the grass

and stars fall on my lips

setting fire to my words

wetting my passion

I am you

I know this

and every pain

and every light thought

that strokes you

is mine

we live in the nucleus of intelligence

together

Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.