Slip into the shadows of psyche. Willow drapes hide realities too powerful to sing aloud. Leave me in the dark, where all I can do is feel magic and mystery. Save my eyes the affirmation that sets me aflame. Mystic fingertips of the breeze that delves deep into me~ Can you feel the fertility ofContinue reading “Love me when I’m not Looking”
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Drinking scotch, under the stars, with you.
I follow the heart pace prancing in my chestFeeling the spiritual pang keep timeto the moments pulsing on, over, intoan Earth breath- taken between, sips of Drambuieas we sit together, pellucid.Each liquored lick echoing. Intoxication moves like lavender honey.I follow the incitement back, and find you fusing to my heart,then thrusting me toward you -ForContinue reading “Drinking scotch, under the stars, with you.”
bruised soles
drinking the darkness dancing upon ground that pound bruises into souls to heal- powerful the rhythm pulls the cords of my current moving- the vibrations of soil, bloodstreams, heartbeats, breath steam third eye root note the web tactile the heat and air and sweat and earth blaze into soles and my soul sings out thisContinue reading “bruised soles”
Bicycling the Root River trail
Summer rain gracedthe kind to catchin awestruck mouth. To run in as a child would.The rain falls upon my hair, face, shoulders and sweeps me into open breeze speed.Divination of the crows echothe prophetic percussion of raindrops through the tree canopyon sojourn to the twisting Root River.I halt, exhale the ecstasy of my bicycle’s speed.RaindropsContinue reading “Bicycling the Root River trail”
Promenade
I could soar while falling into you. Breakwater high from the rush. surrender like I was born again- testify! weak from beautiful narcosis. Hungry for the next hit, another shot lovingly degraded- strung out on you. This blend is pure & organic the good stuff, created from the divine. such ecstasy was meant to be.Continue reading “Promenade”
Holy Land
Bridges are flooded. Moonlight cast into darkness. Passing- some will see death, lying in surrender, begging for footsteps. The pacifist is dreaming in this moonlight weaving funeral blankets from hemp cord, eating organic hummus. The soldier searches for a way to get back to his waking nightmare, to soothe the violent mind like calendula balmContinue reading “Holy Land”
a moment
She stands, patiently waiting to ask me if I got a cup of coffee The morning cold around me, and I am not paying attention to my mother, in slippers Standing outside in the rain wondering if I have everything I need.
North at 2nd Chakra
There is an insidious charm in tearing down mores, a tempestuous taste so sweet to hips and lips. Lascivious laps of crimson hot pleasure blinding and burning in thrilling heats bliss. I may salaciously smile at carnal sensation desire to cure cravings left lingering. I would hunger on, longing to go beyond. So we crossContinue reading “North at 2nd Chakra”
estrus
I’m ovulating. Firm quick pressing of lips- leave me between heart and primal majesty demanding longer pressings. I wonder if the rise and fall of breath looks like tidal approach when I feel the crest swell.
Autumn Revelry
I crush the leaves of kamala tonesbetween my palms, rolling the brightnessbefore it fades.I think about painting my body with the colors,relinquishing myself to the season.Becoming as pure as color on the hillside.My body merging with the soil as winter begins to cloakthe stone wall above, where we sat together& you told me you wereContinue reading “Autumn Revelry”
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