scented seasons

in venus blood i am ruled

with an abundance of barriers

and plump moon rituals.

i lower my head and

turn to the fire while

we turn into ashes.

we snipped our summer with

rusted hope and forgetful callas,

all while lucidity kicked our

insomniac torso.

i am your mother

before i am this

word.

child in me

leaves crunching between

my feverish teeth and eclipsed

toes; too far to earth. 

lavender trees and this room keeps

getting smaller with pouring 

potency. i have spilled rainbows over

her lashes only to find my own

dry intuition blinded by stagnant 

opal forests. but, where she ends and i begin

and we will this.

i will break this branded bandage and 

let our clear skin heal...

slow,

pink and steady.

a leopard laughed and our

smile finally ran free.

close all of me

to open all of your demise 

into a protagonist overwhelming 

pour of osmotic gratitude.

the great of our lesser service;

an earth vacuumed into a 

numb fist.

higher priestess standing still

above this loud earth and dripping 

sky; i bleed and believe us.

where you open i close

my vision into a parting

tribe where i let her go

and finite your sword

and land my wand.

raw leaves

why did they come here

like lying dough:

raw integrity with everything to

lose.

I lowered my mind to receive your

intelligence and all i feel is

drowning sunrises.

across the universe into our

tousled rags of bruises;

wrinkled with the floors

we left our knees on.

i coexist with your strong green 

viens; each telepathic leaf

crystallizes our breath.

a sound beating drum with hollow

eyes and distant beards;

you are my home inside 

these jasper thrusts.

rise

i started creating you in

crying tones with crystal magic

tears. tears drained from an allergic 

river that ran violence down

my back and home through my

here and now.

i need paragraphs of her laughs 

to complete this salvation story

and a life of masters to

read to when my indigo dies

of thirst.

i started here and will never

end here again. 

because you will rain your

beautiful storm and never

leave us again. 

barely air

down my back and combed through

my distilled spine i feel the agriculture

of your motionless, meaty, tears. 

wrestling with our open

veins and distant

blood maps we decided

early

that we were at peace

and love would heal our

black scars. 

invisible lines across my

torso and through my

capital nights;

new moon seed

awaits our calm.

waking the walk

in an adorned flask

filled with deep red

seasons; we are

our own rhythm 

counterparts melted

gloss and a plantain

naked in the moons

waning light. 

awakened by 

our dreams;

a forever thorn has 

severed my magic and

delivered our sore 

limbs in each others arms.

i asked you to carry me

but instead

you walk beside me

awake. 

and i,

cross legged under

her dreaming.

moonchild

shock waves across her
slow dancing shoulders
all meaningless because
we cared to never
be careful.

and with broad tears

filled with narrow discipline

we saved each drop of rain

that filled the old bucket

on our new torsos. 

wild waters dowsing

a part towards their own wells

with a feather to erupt

even the slightest 

lonely

spell.

this time i end;

She begins.

wicked deity

i have traveled capital
plantations to find you
and on sudden explored
emotions;
i realized i was sitting
slow.

the whole time your
mouth opened;
too far to thirst
my quinch.

i am running away from
this skin you called
still once, so that i
can breathe evenly
again. forgive the spectators
but when i fell
they all cramped into
my intuition
and watched me
fly.

all that remained

is a past i never thought
i could read over and over like
a symmetrical poem faced with
fear and chimney laughs.

chilled with perfection
there is a crooked line on
my torso and
and i have enabled a pink
tryst with yellow
plastic
suns.

with a morning filled

warmth i will hug your

trunkated alter and sing

your nuances to sleep;

a chance to change 

again 

and again. 

the fungal that talked

unto us it poured its
green heart and we
jumped over its glowing
veins and declared
'succulent'.
dry interiors
breaking a fast
into a slow ended
wind; where my lined
heart bleeds and your
bad intentions turn
silver.
i am your poem witch
with magick words
and lumps of
disappearing wisdom.

together at last
is my skin to
these lucid bones
where i married
the earth;
once and
again.

i thought i was backwards

but,
i was floating upwards
inwards
onward to the new
white spaces.

beneath our permanence
lives a carved scream
filled with my anxiety
they named a
'woman'.

i am still composing
you under our snake
leaves and over
the distracting
decomposition of the
bristles we spread;
you still welcomed
us with open
Earth
Water
Wind
Fire
Air
breath...

that woman
deserves
more than
us.

the story of dreams

i never created it,

it became me and in a deeper

than usual menu of paralysis 

i broke the lifted petals into

even more brilliant pieces.

uncertainty calms our demise

spread over in thin layers

of insomnia;
the pointed windows 

to sex remains open closed and

open; in that, again,
a mural.

i am a human on a mountain
waiting for our humans
waiting for the same breath.
cross-legged and turned
to ice rather than my
beatless heart.

smoke of our fires
have killed us and in
our 9th life we are still
not home.

bodies are discriminating into
longer arms and shorter souls
but we never chased the rain
away;
we never once told the rain
to stop breathing.

we sacrificed and
died a dry talented
lie of a life with pink lips
and 6th senses.

copper lit hair

vanished among our braided
future we fear
to unravel and let
breath of our neptunes
in.

i am a soaking air of
knowing and by and
by i am still. i am distilled
in this water of grief where there
is no beginning middle
or end. just an end an
end and a copper lit
end. i weave into her quilt
whilst she tumbles empties
down her rustic slacks;
defined ribs for one
purposeful opening.

waiting for a blossom
covered in cherry paint
and no one will ever
see what i saw
today.

just the hanging
words on these white
flavored
empty pages.
one by one
and end
by non.

sky cycle

salutations to our red
bonfire pitted
at the root of my growth;
yes, i am growing out my dead
limbs since they are too
weak to shed on their own.

i think i have sabotaged
my angle that fit us
before it pitted our empty
space. it was as easy as
this guarded embroidery
polished down my
sacred bloody
whimsical
nothingness.

it flew by us as
we had hoped it
would.
her abused arms
straggling across
the crescent moon
filled with black
shadow smiles
and safely adorned
our
again birth.

violin petals

scratched surfaces dissolved

in a solitary good. i was not aware
of how deepened our void had
become; until i awoke in an underground
ceramic pot with earth choking inside
my throat.

i am aware inside this crude melody
where blue love nestles between our
knowing departures.
where closed homes have
moved; i am moving houses on this
crescent water moon. 

tread light on my fallen water
with open thighs i pull the portal
over my back down my wings
over our break
and down our whole.

love captures us;
again in deeper
earth. 
dry and delirious,
delicious 
earth. 

ripped healing

ripped blades and

cursing tongues screaming 

for a burden to be held on to;

become the watching of
everything we let slide
beneath the lit waterfalls
of a mimicked moon
of unsweetened honey
moonhoney
honeymood;
lets call a name
a past.

i am a dreamer without spaces
boundaries and reasons to stomp
my heals.
i am fortune i am grace
and the neglectful burgundy
blood in between

i am up side down
and iv'e felt you
in my gone
gravity

later

i am aligned to your lunar eyes

purple tongue and yesterdays 

tears; let us go to letting 

go.

i do not want this cellophane
wrap curdling my already
broken limbs;
let me break free.

remove these shiny metals
off my skin i wanna dance
with the many moon's moods.
fabricate my eyes all you want
because when i close them
indigo shadows bring me
back to life.

cocooned with hand-me-down
coconut sauce; her smiles are
determined as the stars tonight.

so again, i am going to have to
have you no more.
me
more
more of
me.

give my mending wings
more air to breathe....