In this deep
I have felt the nectar.
Rip from my core.
Tasted my heart.
Inside the hollowed egg.
A beautiful iridescence, to these little Metal Foils.
In the Chaos, I felt the Moon.
Dissolved and Warm.
In the fray, I battled.
Mind anxious, body calm.
These systems start to simplify.
I enter the cosmic drip feed.
Of Light to receive Love.
You stand there wanting watching waiting
I face you smiling listening contemplating
The calm of our joint presence
Non-intrustive protective something of warms substance
Relaxed and easy, never taxing- just us being
Connected yet appart
Year after year
Through the eyes of storms
Feeling heart aches, witnessing deaths, crisis
Stillbirths Birthdays Weddings healing others
Trauma’s so deep they make us numb and dumb
Reminiscing our first meeting
A lifetime ago
We were still mutating, as we do now
Sometimes held in the winds of change
Often dragged resisting
An easy life
Only snatches of basking in our power
Then the vortex of
Others ego’s which poke at hurts and make respite
Too painful to contemplate
Until burn out
Nothing left to do, but start anew
Outside of the glare
Feelings of rain comes, dampness and dew underfoot
I want you watching waiting to create Bliss
Together in our own web
Let’s leave it to others to catch up
When they come a calling
If they stand close, our breathe will drag them up
Our smiles of hope
Contemplate a better life
On the outside
Now there’s a heat
From my Navel radiates outwards
My Core shifts
At the extremity
A crystalline light so blinding
My human frame
Is Held in space.
The Flutter of Breath
The Silken Oval Face
Ribbed Open Space
The Cavern of Yore
The Silent Night…
A mottled Dew, the scent, Orange Blossom
Delicate,The Forbidden Flight
Ripples through her bones
Roped Feet web the sea floor
In a Prism
Skimming,rising moist clay
She is Delivered.
Escovitch gone my Love
Whale on Land
Escovitch gone my Dear
Whale on Land
Floating on a geischa’s gown
Gossamer throat billows
Limp it Crush it
Gulp it down
Whether to feel whole of look for (im)pulse spray
six oceans dry, six ways to die
On the seventh refrain
I am purified /inhales/exhaled
Flown in the toxic round
Waiting for the rivers floatsum
where my billows will shelter no more
Mackrel gone my love
now this whales on smoked battered cod
drys up the throat
stuns the senses
toxic overload, needing no one to dose
The dull din of radiation radication
Shine and skim the skirmish space
The skin tingles, big waves crush me ’til i’m contained
Prison prism islands
rekindle the soul.
My Heart is a Dove
Soaring between the Clouds
“You have to accomodate your pasts within your persona…it helps you to reflect on WHAT you are now”. David Bowie