Sunner sum
Sweat
Thick red wine
Strawberry dubbed delicate lips
Smeared pleasure
Glossing over my thorn-warm neck
Blossoms
Flowered from
Steaming hot kundalini yoga
Spine slid chakra activation
Chills
Emerald grass and a picnic blanket
Looted fruits from the farmers market
Chocolates and honey
Love beneath the shade
Enamour
Girthy roots and tight slime
Cool winds and floral deserts
Feminine Totality
More heat waves
Melting escapes
Ice cream stained shorts
Fish lips
Freckled asterisms and squinted eyes
Purity
Charged speakers and cliff jumping
Sandy trunks with salt water
Meet me behind the trees?
Lovely.
Charred grills and smoked herbs
A cooler with glass bottles
Attractive horny youth club
Emotional overloads
Heaven (as seen on TV)
Gas prices and bare feet
Beat caps with sunglasses
Indulgence
Pre party makeup
Balcony held sunset joints
Pregame fueled laughter circle (best part)
Bathroom kisses stalling departure
Funny ubers and IDs
Disco-dark-light-dart-drinks
Dance!
Post party bonfire
Glowing embers
Ancestral symbolism
Past life memories
Constellation spirals
Blood sucking needles with wings
Deep conversations and light jokes
See you tomorrow’s
Intimacy
Smoke scented clothes on the floor
Bed rocking desperate love galore
Sweet sweet gasping tug for more
Sacred moon spun cycle gore
Rebirth
Post hormonal tranquility
Soft pillows and canted windows
Easing visions of the slumber sequence
Forever young mentality dream dens
Inevitable morning re-sets
Summer
Hot hot mess
Half cast at twelve past
30 til it kicks in
Shadows are diffused and the table has a long night ahead
Pluto is in retrograde
I still cant tell the difference between life and death
Branches root
up-side dn
Tuesday is masculine because it’s iron
I no of know world beyond the cage
Mugwort leafed dream catchers made by the great mother weave their way into my other
She dreams of me too
All lands are islands
All waters are waving
Placebo
[ ] I still feel it
Octagons are everywhere
The pentagram transcends it
Worms chew at my feet
They are my gift
I am their ancestor
Ivy heals itself
I cast it love
Wind blows with the windows closed
Lightning is fire from winded water
Ideas strike!
Matches burn
Lighters light
Back to worm.
That is my only shape
What shape is time?
Ether
I’m open again
I’m filled with possibilities until I kill all but one by making a decision
Creation is destruction
Tuesdays are masculine
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Negative space takes shape in veins too
Circles are spirals that don’t alter trajectories
The sun will swallow me
Eons after the sea
I, the sun
A much longer worm
Patterns are everywhere but I cant prove it
Science makes me giggle
A pass time while my tea simmers
Cleanliness is nurture
Process is nature
What shape is a worm?
My vision tunnels
Veins funnel
Dots are a straight line in one direction
A spiral of one dimension
Layers upon layers
My rib is a cage
Floral ambiance until my heart breaks
Then I love them more
Cosmic crystal centipedes
Worms
Soma
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I feed them
They are my gift
Time is a cage
Freedom is pointless
Pentagrams come in fours
Negative space is
What shape is a shifter?
Worms
You wake up next to me
What did you dream? I ask
You tell me that you don’t remember
It echoes ) ) ) ) )
We kiss but we’re dreaming
The air is fresh and the sky is birthing orange
We say good morning to the family and smoke in the forest
Mushrooms, magic, mystery
We kiss but now the sun is setting
The waves are gentle and the soil is grounding
We say good night to the family and make love in the dark
Earth, ecstasy, electricity
We ignite but the sun can’t see it
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You wake up next to me at the cabin
What did you dream? I ask
You tell me that it was the two of us in a forever land dancing and kissing
Oh honey, I say
We keep having the same dreams
Sunrise at Cabin
Melting before me
Fountains of truth
Children playing
Trees waving
Worms slugging
Wind breezing
Sun kindling
Custard oozing
Ferns spiraling
Earth breathing
Moon orbiting
Buildings towering
Stones creaking
Bugs buzzing
Birds affirming
Clouds floating
Sky echoing
Veins branching
Mushrooms sprouting
Bacteria battling
Lungs rejuvenating
Life inherent
Motion unmoved
The fountain flows
Lysergic
Churning the ungreased gears
Squeezing by the forearm
Wrestling temptations
Crushing geometries
Pushing limitations
Bending metals
Plowing machinery
Benching demons
Visualizing prosperity
Expanding wisdom
Compounding wealth
Boxing mentality
Withholding tears
Butchering relationships
Banishing opponents
Murdering dinner
Eat.
Boy Dinner
Sometimes I walk barefoot over the fallen trees
Following their trunks out to extended branches
Just like my oldest ancestors did
As they followed the path laid out before them
It brings me to midsommar
As I blink in and out of dancing
Keeping balance
Swinging through tempos
My head is pointed down
And my feet fill my focus
There is no world beyond these veins
For all I see is lines as they evolve
My heart melts at the thought of it ending
Even though I know it never will
Veins
All that's left
She was old and widowed
In pain and withered
Her husband's passing was taxing on her mind and body
Her spirit left hollow
She designed sculptures made of shells
And hid them from everyone
For even those that did get close enough to see them
Never knew that they were self-portraits
Her body was left untouched
Echoing from the inside out
She could hear her husband's voice
But never told anyone how real it felt
Not because she feared what others would think
But because she didn’t know what to think
All she had was time
Ticking on her clock as it clicked by
Yet she couldn’t make sense of it all
Why is it that the universe is so cold
She was always stuck between trying to figure it out
and distracting herself from it
Mediating between extremes
She once had a beautiful garden
But now plucks every flower
She once had a passive mind
But now couldn’t keep silent
She smoked cigarettes
But never for the buzz of it
She fed the birds
But couldn’t eat
Sometimes, she would listen to them communicate
It helped her stop the other thoughts from talking
Her lover has his print on everything
And she’d see him even if she went blind
Her only hope was to go back in time
Or to let it all reset
But it didn’t say that on her grave
And it wasn’t obvious in her bones
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The only thing we do know
Is that Martha must have lived a lonely life those years
Because all that's left
Is two tombstones with a 30-year difference