warm winged spirit

In the light that gathers through your window, shades ribbed over your sleeping face. I see an innocence that takes me in, unravels the tightly wound weaves of skin. Underneath, in the places you keep locked and reined in. Nooks and crannies of space, the silence between words caresses our meaning and finds us speaking …

ligament galleries

I feel the connection, the vibration through my feet, through the entrance of pores and molded core of my body. Silence creeps welcome to the gateway and I dance slow movement, eyes closed and taken by the holding gaze of the room. I am fragments, bits of flower, earth rock, the rain falling down the …

hold the sky within me

I am winding down, eye lids caught on the dipping drips of cloud. Sensations of flight, the tingled peaks of mountains below and watching the braided rivers bend around the distant earth. These moments, silent absorption, my breath floats quiet and there is no one I can talk to. Small smile on the ledges of …

oceanic tussle

How do I explain the closeness I crave. The doubled and around, intricate patterned dance of connection. I seek it with myself, eyes closed and rolling secrets in soft circles, I search it with you in the dark with silence bending between us. My mind split into rivets and muscled rivers, these thoughts caught in …

crystal lake

Just a body in the water, melting distance to the silky bottom. I drift incongruent, currents lapping my skin and eyes open wide in rippled obscurity. The water crept over my skin, digesting and never protesting the difference of my space. I imagine, the surface becoming farther, but surrendering into the warm baths of unity …

shiva thoughts

Matter weeps your form as I lay wound around my reality. Mantra moving my thoughts around the concepts, weaving the craft of the universe, bringing you to me. Floating found in the patient atmospheres, fabric of the dark. Storms of stars make your eyes, clusters of moons your mouth. We begin to dance, destruction and …

slippery suns of balance

morning maps creeks down my face, a blur of sleep sitting comfortable over the stable of my eye. i am shaking loops of color down the sunlight smeared walls, reminding myself, i am alive. to breath and mark the shallow dips of my shoulder blades with the sipping heartbeat of possibilities. i hold in my …

animal and divine

I look at us, our eyes light and dark moving inward on a wave of thought. This moment like none other, tickling the fate in me and rounding you out. Believing that the shoulder dip and sense of your finger tip is special, that the sounding of your chin draws me. Wondering if the soup …

tingles

Restless. I fight the movement grasps of my heart and how hard I have fallen. These rude awakenings, the fragments that hide warped versions of our speech. How do we even begin to start again when yesterday was farther than we have ever been. I am carved back, peeled with the center slippery and bunched, …