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

Begging The Dance

  the deep pit the hollow… the way in a reception a meeting a hand holding ceremony they spin my spine in light of the heart feet soft pounding generating sluicing into the microcosmic nakedness it is art this dance a revelation a ladder of stretched intention dense with bone with structure guarded by angel thoughts