Love Smiles

I already knew How this blossom would unfold A perfumed meeting see more art or buy prints at http://www.artofkundalini.com  🙂

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  tiny pink flowers

Sweet-Skin Child

    I offer my cup to you, sip sip sweet-skin child woman not quite. I stroke your mind with words, encouraging in their colour. Your hopeful eyes hardly blink. Your body tips forward floating flowers fill your ears, l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself My

I Taste Everything

I was a baby eating flowers until soft fingers dug the colour from my mouth. Mud-pies when I was two but they pinched my cheeks and yelled at me to ‘SPIT’ Dog food at five, mmmm no-one knew. At ten I smoked grass from the rabbit cage, rolled in newspaper, so cool!  8 cigarettes in

Love Swept The Breeze Away

Fresh and cool it entered then swayed and left, or seemed to, me and you, the saddest flowers in the sun. But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin told me the truth I didn’t know until then. Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard, I pressed my ear against