4 nights with you soft eyes deliver fire memories and visions of floating in serenity of meeting the truth of who you are tender dove vulnerable doe staring at me from the body of a boy from which river where you born from which mouth were you released because, i met you there, and i love you
how can i say the point of honesty extending from your heart into mine how can i say the bliss in realizing we both don't know how can i say the further i go the clearer i become how can i say the softest touch of intention moves the mountains in me how can i say love is beyond us within us through us
dearest deep sea diver, how is your swim? i hope the water is warm holding you softly while you float in depths alongside horned beings stars and whales singing their ancient songs in their voices i hear your pulse they sing your song of resonant knowing found in hearts like yours move my blood from far heart songs reflect and harmonize in order to flow spread to rivers, streams the mouths of others coating in resonant trust in floating faith harmony
ground zero i let go of what i know to shed metamorphosize my mystery our mystery individual heart strings purifying, tuning to synchronize with the pattern of that which calls which can be felt but never seen until it is memory and remembered
what is it about him? what is it about me? “Ich erinnere mich sich selbst.” A part of me feels like he is everything, the one. A part of me feels like he will never understand. So I seek, myself, to find the answer. I seek What I fear? Who I am. What does this mean, I? How I block and ignore? How I hide, how I shine? How I love? Giving and receiving. I enter an experiment with others. An inaugural gathering to my inauguration. I give myself permission, to rest, to retreat by choice. To see my strength, through the love. I glow.
clouds over the earth, like a crochet blanket moonlight shining in the holes onto my eyes like the ray of the sun seeping in to me, through my crochet blanket the song plays and i feel you leave right shoulder up and down but now i eat, i feast and feel you here
[inspired by Claes Oldenburg]
the unfinished surface of your hardwood floors rough and soft, a mirror to my feet your crooked teeth and warm lips a mirror for my fingers to dip intodipping into you, hot and wet i melt so easily your flame takes my oxygen takes me to melt and drip in your warmth golden soft tender flickering will you go out?
liquid fruitions 