jardin d’amour

my garden of love sown I am woven of grace the old world is falling now moving us closer fuelled and feeling I know nothing without you I am unstable flow insecure uncontainable flooded by your tidal eyes contain me mon amour I am your cascade pouring into life created for you together we shall

that single thought

sucked towards a sapphire of absorption I heard the click or felt it or knew it or smelt it.. a satisfying sound and then the old gates swinging slowly in the dark upon a perfumed sea but it is a long way down and who knows what is over there I didn’t go and so

Pablo Says

” Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour. Loving is a clash of lightning bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.’ Neruda I swoon and arch my neck reaching for his nektar Loving is a journey of the heroes kind epiphany

Prose Poultice

hot rocks and books soothe me their awareness somewhat circular contained and expansive felting through my skin this fragrant prose poultice warming my naked heart flicking fingertips page by raw page  peeling back  textured and curly earthy and aromatic dust and water new and old like paperbark  the stories imagine my bare ocre overwhelmed with spearheaded life force  splicing the

tragedy

warheads pressing in-formation causing her throat to swell and tighten building desire like cities digging tunnels too deeply disrespectfully into her earth creating openings and avalanches minute tragedies in her stomach leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried tragedy that has nowhere else to go… eat it or fuck it the catch cry as

The Perfect Game

hours I spent with my cheek against your spirit smoothing the walls of a private utopia a summer of thought sweet like balloons of sugar mouthful of music sometimes a note that matched my heart claiming me with words like sacred and heat now back from the platform in his throat where I sat waiting

le sucre le plus doux

to feel it sweeeeeep like a flying wasp beautiful and bold hovering above my bed eyeing me thoughtfully a virtue of vibration sprinkling by gold upon my pinkened cheek promise of liberation and or exquisite pain then a downward swoop wild laughing out of almost nowhere brushing me dangerously causing a swell of squeal to

merging stars

you are like an elixir and we are merging stars in one stolen breath at 8.24 abandon to beautiful then hours of sweet alone immersed stretched and alive quiet but for the soaring song of birds and the sound of worship pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation softly stroking ancient pain

Incandescent Arousal

shifting me he shudders my entirety body arching exhale he spills inwardly returning home we meet in a temple of heated light incandescent arousal sex is god and it becomes us the beauty transported in a flume of electricity water lethal a whirling dervish of time a nucleus or an ion I am something somewhere

illuminate

can you feel my love today? I polish my window can you feel today my love? now I am visible