Sun Perfume

If you don’t think this life is tortuously beautiful then you’re not really here To make your body smell like sunshine one cup of pure soap flakes a palm sized sensation of baby skin a breath of flawless thought a tongue of deep cave water a fold of pure truth a shiver of invisible touch

Senses Speak

the curtains part on hot bulging temples and spilling thighs words fall against themselves dying valiantly letting senses speak now beautiful uninhibited senses rolling bloody skin around howling channels of desire all sinew and strength tall beasts between french lines claw and tongue growling i must have the body length full not whisper not tips

Simpatico

art the samurai a language born of soft nib trailing sticky rouge pressing up off the floor art answers to my wild driver cuts corners, sliding sideways unravelling this tiny golden soul from the ribbons of a patriarchal past. ovarian ribbons, wet, sliding ribbons, sweaty, perfumed ribbons ribbons wrapped tightly, stripping through my naked body like

The Universal Gyro an Ode to John Olsen

  The Universal Gyro an Ode to John Olsen a love poem based on my un remembered experience of being John Olsen’s Paintbrush   small feet splayed toes pink and muddy blue speckled eggs fingers circling pulsing ankles, in a warm gyroscopic grip swirling, swinging a glorious golden touch, harmony singing the stars speaking ancient

the blue line

  The eddy the vortex the eye THE I the blue line…… I bring to me the universe on the palm of my hand, a twirling harmony. I bring the sheets of jewelled air palleting around in thick knifing strokes around around around like ribbons….. the core the pearl spinning, within me containing, caressing the

la plus grande œuvre

  no superficial thing…. is it ? letters sink into paper like fingers into skin paper receives ink like cells inhale connection it is absorption it is beautiful it is magic oh truth when reduced to love our density falls away torturously inexplicable    

Swallow The sea

  So now today I awake and I KNOW this ….universe….. is …..food! I open my mouth and fill like the little Chinese boy who swallowed the sea I inhale this swirling chocolate and marshmallow fishes school into rainbow wells I imbibe this fizzy tang that crashes like waves decorating inner cliffs with lines that

My Dusted Skin

  My  white body coated like cake my heart stretched against dancing ribs crying and pushing at quantum buttons. This metaphoric desperation forms storm cells and knighted beings create artworks on my knees. I am moving me forward mind cracked and allowing a vessel, a heat machine, self perpetuated, momentum keeping it strong. Inner walls are

Polishing Diamonds

A vibration A Singing angel choirs and crickets bringing magic and cellular dancing calling forth spinning god birds beaking through cracks, tugging at thought worms and light…. green earthy lullabies soothe but breath opens doors, polishing diamonds and tapping a maple flow

i am

  tiny pink flowers