Come softly through the window
as children we are- child creators.
hemispheres of thoughts...we play
Riddeling through nothingness
A jet setter, trend maker, shit taker, in old shore punk laced petticoats
[push-up isles in every color]
It is your lips in a delicate smile-
that calmed this robust thud
forever thin pressed between
Holy Books of love riddles
Seeds full of thoughts driven by needs.
hungering out beggars with soul scratching anecdotes, metaphors and similes
(refinish that old time furniture
feed soul with self-awareness bridges enlightening masks from thrones)
there is a crack in twilight madness:
she is playing Marco Polo
keeping time in rolling laughter- until
Harbor ships of daydreams
(You hid from me behind a crooked wood fence. I saw how beautiful a shape of eyes can mesmerize)
love, breathe in captivate, awe
Let self go on billows of smoke
as heavens rain down time
beauty can only weep at it's own sight.
Hope in every breath, dear life
for we sat together that evening into day.
Remember now heart- you took
we designed a Really Good Story
{One summer night, when tides were high and moon full, A Shaman A fire walker left home in trance to Never.
Never, never ever looked so good
riding rollercoaster experience and kissing chaos, fully upon our mouth}
Lets laugh now sitting around that
campfire incantation of "gods"
Tendrils of love extending indefinitely
vibrating light perceiving two
hearts dancing in electric serene.
A hundred thousand words rushing
mind, tongued gnostic madness.
So respond in these exhales
Noting moments, as seconds
