Sweet-Skin Child

    I offer my cup to you, sip sip sweet-skin child woman not quite. I stroke your mind with words, encouraging in their colour. Your hopeful eyes hardly blink. Your body tips forward floating flowers fill your ears, l o v e yourself l o v e yourself l o v e yourself My

Sweet Me

    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 a

Green Shoots Unseen

  AH such keen thrill to this cold, this ice in my bones I run through the house naked a flying queen in snow cloak to stand skin first pressed against fire I squeal with life biting it sucks me closer…. Like old love yesterday moments that should remain buried but are not quite dead and