sex

i smell the

hot shadows

they linger

like sticky sweet

liquid

and

sunshine

dark

musky pieces

that come alive

to be collected in a perfect picture

eaten later

washing

me

with river

fire

perfume

melting and

spawning

whispering

on knifes edge

weaving sharply

softly

through my senses

figures who live

in me

who stretch and twine

through me

like

naked

wires

almost

finally

nearly

completely

touching

  Spawning in Lava River   ~    more art at www.artofkundalini.com

oyster

hunter

with your gleaming

liquid heat

you

fire blazing slinger

slicing through leather

i want to know your bloody knife

let me have it

I want to crack this oyster open

i feel it

heavy hunter boots

standing on

your

stepping over

my

slatted wooden floor

i sink

like sand I am

or winter chill

unconfined

unbound

ownerless and free

I slip beneath

easily

dropping

to the earthy need that breathes me

your hotspots call

and i respond like a thoughtless bird

i feel the seeded clouds press

you

into my feathered arms

stone is soft

softer

than water

(Floating across the river to a little waterfall , thinking about love
When I arrived I looked down and glistening up at me from under the water was this little thing) http://www.artofkundalini.com 

Let Sun Dust Your Chest

 

 

 

Chest frosted over

claiming winter stories

.

Unfolding flakes of pretty ice

clutch fragile hands

.

a formidable posing

but seasons shift

.

Spring penetrates,

proposing adventure

.

Stirring pots of colour

array with toffee possibilities

.

Let sun dust your chest,

sweeping ancient glaciers

to slide

a river of clean delight.

Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.