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barbie isn't a warrior ( Read more... ) -
the tantrika rising
she has been a mystery at length
wide,hidden from view
foolish music
intoxicates a begger
and i linger naked
at the gate
waiting for
her rain -
old news
we think we take time, but we give away time, like we give away our heart and spirit to a lover, and we ask them to give us time back, to tend a garden of soulful desire we know is fertile with hope, we seek a lover, a constant gardener
thank you for the inspiration
hakim -
slippin into darkness
I'm slippin into darkness...and i heard my mother say (war)
a black hole is a challenging canvas
like dippin my hand
into the soup of everything
foolishly reaching for a single ingredient
as if one flavor is enough to define
me
a million taste buds
and we
limit the tongue to
bitter, sweet, spicy or pungent
I need more adjectives
to delineate texture and ( Read more... ) -
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Womb Warrior ( Read more... ) -
for my Wimmins
Two of One/Aphrodite as A Soldier ( Read more... ) -
cutting
I see the lines of your reality
each time i kiss your
wrist
i don't ask
because i wouldn't
understand
i do know the next time
i see your trembling lips
i will offer you my hand -
No regrets
I had ten things to say ( Read more... ) -
A Saturday in December
Three gentle knocks upon the door
and a pause, before
my silent movie entrance.
Three perfectly placed tea candles,
shading her features within
a veil of twilight.
Three soft kisses, perfectly placed
lingering enough to arouse
triplet waves of ecstasy.