to contain

so soft are the edges that boil and slide inside the copper a sweet fragrance like sugar or moist tobacco begging your tongue to heat it to bravely risk stringent addiction tasting and…. moving like a wild snake coiling intelligence looping and falling willing to swell in gravy waves grasping the rim like a mouth

red feather flowers

fixer you broke something I crawl in the ceiling over here under there in the dark night under the new moon this church is in disrepair there is dust on my fingers and in my hair my heart it must be here somewhere… I slide across the silver line along the dark wood walls a

c’est tout lumiere

i see it in the cracks of your sideways smile it travels backward towards me even as you turn away it seeks me like a moth i see it in your shoulders, tightly held yet crookedly, secretly reaching through the crowd for me aligned you are your eyes a lake of stars an eerie, erotic

full circle

  beginning with sun her heart was broken in two ending with the moon   see more art at http://www.artofkundalini.com

Senses Speak

the curtains part on hot bulging temples and spilling thighs words fall against themselves dying valiantly letting senses speak now beautiful uninhibited senses rolling bloody skin around howling channels of desire all sinew and strength tall beasts between french lines claw and tongue growling i must have the body length full not whisper not tips

Dangling

and there it is puffy with pain liquid with shock orange with fear dangling flashing dangling but still blinking blinker blinker blinker exposing in flashes little linguistadors filing away rubbing glossing smoothing conspiralling seeking underskin surging now dismembering hammering and here the dangling still the orange star dripping upwards blinker blinker blinker    

until

in early morning I seek my heart like a good friend dialogue is easy wavering like a mirage swaying like a seasoned mother but there are those other days….. a smooth stone a sheet of steel a silent impasse there is no other way i stand at the door until http://www.artofkundalini.com

Orchids in her hair

Elegant yellow cool ivory spiced cream chest deep mulled love spilling over flavescent petals buds of light            

even in summer

see that hole a no thing a darkness spot the one you can’t catch the dipping shadow skimming over yellow sails spreading purple salt it evades your finger a spirit trickster lazer beam you are a puppy bouncing tapping sniffing whining wishes are grabbing it’s the one the one that disappears the min min the

The Curling Things

  It is the curling things that encourage me to move the perfect symmetry the fibonacci of chaos that licks me on the inside and spurs me into action It is the hardness that looks soft and the elongation of rational thought I am bound to the unravelling of design I am clung and sticking