Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember. Joy Harjo
Burning sunlight Into our skin storm In the way candle flame Licks o’er a lake. Our colours, are maybe, The only certainty.
Continent(al) drifts, of Ochre spreading through me Of a lonely cartographer Tracing curves of your breasts My compass point roams blistering lips Sucking your peach neck - Tilting juices froth & foam. Negligée...
Under buckskin skies Twilight hunts colour Arrowed > into Nightshade quiver. The deer seeks shelter Edged on blued nunatak Fearful of falling into another’s story.
Intensely sense the flow of Broken bracken in brooks, eye blue Snares the sinew of Land in cerulean radial. Grunt of gypsy rain Thunder lion at the world pane Electric mane and (rain)paw Trawling the swamp sky Dragging chairs over ceilings. A twinned reliquary.
The deer shivers, Thou cradles warmth of vision To birth a...
For all departed hours We set places at dinner Facing, leaning into Graves of empty chairs.
In frost killing hour Forget-me-nots wither Into broken forehead of night Morning skull sheathes shards – As fragile petals to seek shelter Along rib-cage curves, body wound So tight, it shall combust into Nothingness and dust.
Each day alights another stained page Slam the inked cave closed and TORCH For fear of……… My mind flowers on their stalk.