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 

Touch Echo

sounds the unique clicking and pressing all things against each other the clever intimate grinding a light intuitive noise hardly waiting gravel crunching no fear no hesitation a natural pop, clap, whisper and weave two forms meeting a zen uniting skin of one form beguiling a tapping flickering glance a crisp connection fleeting a clandestine

the narcissist

my face is moving crystal, my fearless mind reflects the blinking, starry eyes of night fish tunnelling toward me, hearts beating faster than fins I throw this crown back my wicked hysteria, my vision of flipping pages and baubles, trumpets and bubbles and cheeky animals in fabric and shoes come my way baring smiles roses

The Fish’s Sword

  190 nautical miles north of radiant coast flying like hope in the creamy wash… an incident sweet indeed a serious wounding translucent and blue he fell blood letting deep in the knee a thankful penetration a guilt easing gift he fell on the fish tripping tripping stupid fishing man tripping to the whirring of