Open up the sky and shine light through the holes- I am needing to be touched...


My bloodstream the fountain of love waves that curl under the moon and luster at high pitch.
Winks windchime- and eyelashes are tassles
lips pouty and beating a pulse
eyes are half-moon shaped
Skin is the milk of mother- stirring the windmills of plush to a cotton embryo
Circling hands are all over my body-cup my head for support-running their fingers through my hair.
Two engaging bodies at standstill-becoming one- turning on a pottery machine.
Willows blow in the air to the fields that we run in for miles- and turn and turn- dropping on the earth's face-exploding with laughter.


With each passing vision a fairy-dusted breeze collected me and passed me into another...dropping me there- to experience-like the ghost of past christmas...








shouldn't say it all or it will be taken
stolen by the Devil
God's my only vacation


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