slippery thing wiggly squiggly dance flitting between these fingers too playful to catch tantalizingly calling me tugging the corners of my lips indulging each other in a chase eternal A game of sheer delight.
Everyday Thrum with yourself break apart in a thousand hues a thousand subtle hues more and even more thousand sheer glimmers, then barely perceptible and then something unknown and magical terrible and beautiful
Someone else will pick up the Music that never ends The baton passed on hand to hand from the relics of the past to now to the whispers of the future A building, a deepening of all that is None know the beginnings nor know the sound of the final note It goes on A continuum we shall ever ponder
The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues.
Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilege to be throbbing with life!
Heat waves rising from her skin her body uncoiling like a snake lengthening felinely through the spine shoulder wings spread wide as an eagle chest bare with udders full. The womb of herself embraced reclaiming all that was taken given away unawares in her sleep enticed by promises whispered.
The body that is shunned, shamed into wrappings The voice that is silenced into a croak, diminished to a presence no further than a silhouette.
her contours deemed sinful her moon blood an unspeakable filth her sexuality denied— frozen her sensitivities demented her stories rewritten
her brazenness domesticated her sisterhood broken her vulnerability exploited her beauty sold her love trinkets her dreams tossed her candle of hope pinched to wisps and her Divinity erased
Body, mind and soul owned by all but herself, her conformity regaled at the price of herself buried so deep in a well of Darkness
Now watch her, watch her in terror and awe. Darkness is now her domain bury her alive in her home whence she dwelled millennials Queen of the Underworld and she shall flood the world of her Awakening.
We nosedived into it, the land of all possibilities. We fell in love to plunge in over and over and over into the flow of all fantasies, dreams and realities~
To lick the swirly clouds from the blue sky Swim amongst the ocean of exploding stars Swing with the silken rope of the night Tiptoe on the boughs of swaying treetops.
Tipsy on water springs sprinkled with honeyed sunlight hair streaked in lit fireflies and galaxies for whirling skirts. We are the spark! magicking away in our essence finger wands twirling in the wind sipping on a little taste of Creation.
It’s impossible not to fall head over heels right here