two feet

  feet silken skin sliding two feet a meeting of soles a poetic union saucy smooth snakes two warm feet colliding writhing exalting  

emerging

  fissures in me in my skin in my density slices of hot light stretching tearing   me spaces sweet with glow i am slipping out through blades of woven grass curving between smiling grains of molten glass my breath is gilded time my flesh has split like pomegranate and I am sailing a slow

Art of Kundalini

  My ART  The ART OF KUNDALINI LONGING to explode to shatter the construction and flush my cells of the murk and grey that clings I lie on the grass and stars fall on my lips setting fire to my words wetting my passion I am you I know this and every pain and every

Ebony Universe

  we collect in colourful patchwork to individuate our Ebony Universe

Every Star

  There is no outside. I have said these words before but I am a balloon the truth is in the sun and in the moon I AM the centre of a star every star do not deny it read on YOU, I  AM in the odours and the plastic and the flesh that rises

I AM The Wind

I tip my jungle canopy to you. Be ready for I will steal a kiss and relish it I am the breezy traveller my carpet bag bulges and quivers with jungle secrets, monkey wishes and one billion years of joy a mien of love a miasma of pain I am the wind an imaginary man travelling and

Alice Knew

  The microcosmos is alive! Alice knew….. one thought led UP and another d o w n we can travel the heliosphere looking for god or we can turn inward and over like a leaf and find it in the cell of the heart or the atom of thought….. The sun is a ray of

Sky Cat

The swoop and hoot of keen-eyed darkness king is precious obsidian weave . His swivelling ears perceive all things . The twitter and clicking of busy bee possums fail not to enter him . He is everything and deception no worthy opponent . His calm is silent wing on full stroke, brushing sky . His

Counting Bee’s

  Clover is my blanket, my green velvet picnic…. cool on my body, the sun is high, the lighting lush on this infinite musical…. this supreme merging…. I AM all that is, spinning through the colour wheel! THIS is my waterfall, my rainbow, my abstract, figurative, contemporary, enthused with optimism! Bee’s are multiplying, my glass is full.    

LOVE

    L  O  V  E There is love and then there is LOVE. Love with a little ‘l’ the one that we dream of and wish for. The one we fear we’ll lose the one we go to the movies to see. is like a lollypop, you suck it, savour it, occasionally bite into