Tag: books
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Part your lips.
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…
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Wo(mb)Man.
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…
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All I need.
A million stars but I will have only a wick of fire Oceans wide and deep but I will have only a drop Sand dunes as far as the horizon but I will have only a handful Wind blowing through every crevice but I will have only a Breath.. That is all I need to…
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Free fall
Since you have introduced yourself Spring never kissed so sweet Winter’s cold embrace so welcoming Summer intoxicating and Autumn a Dream Since you have introduced yourself I have been free falling into myself in bright streams of colors, somersaulting in shimmering hues, lifting off the ground to destiny of freedom. An escape from gravity a…
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Flow of Things
Restive lying on the lap of the Wind swirling with a rustle of paper leaves rising and dipping like a kite unstrung drifting whimsically like seeds of a dandelion, a wish upon the heart Boundless. Spin a dance! within the current of the Wind. Step blithely! into the flow of Things. Oh, what a beautiful…
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Dance a ring!
These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the Heart…
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Wrathful love
Bare hands, she tore through her flesh. Head hurled back in a blood curdling cry. She wrenched open her ribs snapping and separating from sinew, a gaping black hole, and the bird whipped out. She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore. The little blue bird speckled in blood rubies, iridescent light caught on its…