It’s the way the ocean slides from your eyes Slides over lips still full Rounded and soft for kissing (me) And your arms hang happily never tiring you climbed a mountain child, there you sit an apex A world of beauty born from rust (Infused) with turmeric and sun and these vessels sporting creatures likeContinue reading “Child”
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soft flexible sounds fall like gently held air buoyant easy a light language sweet blended like your warm cheek fresh and unambiguous on my maternal dancing shoulder more art >>> http://www.artofkundalini.com
Finding the sweet me is a forever journey a soul trip to inner space amongst the mist worlds that exist ed before I could think When my heart was jupiter and you my mother my father my feathered gods that swung me left and right up up missing the fan blades instilling aContinue reading “Sweet Me”
Lake eyed, seeking sophisticated lines in experience only thisbig . Bonsai finger, reaching, one, two, three un, deux, ,trois A B C Flaring YES FLASH Concept IGNITION! . The mother heated, pressing, liquidity tidal primal OH to tend not bind OH to guide not dam OH to love not bury . Sidestepping yieldingContinue reading “Big Spirit Remembering”
For ever Mother tree you cradled me. In the billows of steamy transit whilst time etched a nebulous reality in ancient air. And now you are holding me still, your warm cool hands, steadily grounding me. Like dirt and stars and love and god, your grace becomes me.
A game of shame a shame game. Solitaire. I’m game if you’re game are you (game) little rabbit? Can two play? Dirty names Sick, lame, filthy, fat, shame I’ll show you yours, if you show me mine, SHAME that is. My secret consciousness MINE alone Small and smelly down beneath From mother to daughterContinue reading “The Shame Game”
Her skin is on the olive tree grazed and taken she sits young thighs pressed and marked by blood left there and still she pretends to play a pink note peeling it was only yesterday fresh off the press little peach Time has built an ark to house the template and fingers print and ache though bonesContinue reading “The Olive Tree”
Push dangle wringle wrangle Fiddle squish make a wish……………….. Little joker great Heyokah something more than mediocre. Come here, go away walk slower, run faster fuck you zen master! 101 ways to trust you love you thankyou Find it in the dictionary under ’Rufus round and round.’ Sylvester’s magic pebble his Father finally found His motherContinue reading “Something More Than Mediocre”