Sunlight Dreaming

 

fading

purple flowers

lie softly

plush

stitching

old

old

knees

and

infant fingers

s t r e t c h i n g

in jagged space

to smooth

incongruous

cheeks

like

paper

drawn with lines

and

finely

etched madness

in

eyes too full

of

sunlight dreaming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Movement

 

 

Onward LOVE!

You passion

of storm

of seed

of sweet tremendous swell

of breast pressed fire chest!

You hot tornado

slung with heaven,

a bulging tempest of purple magnanimous explosion and thickly painted thrust!

OH LOVE,

making,

harnessing,

keening,

soul spoken,

twisting,

singing

and

weaving,

electricity VICTORIOUS!

Treat yourself to some spoken word> We Are Not Afraid by Thomas Keily