A daylight painted in a night shade
In the circle of a thunderous grumble...

'you have hid your beautiful self under
beautiful clothes'.

But then, I saw she spoke to no one.
Near the quiet
pathway which separated us from spirits  
at the market
where three paths dance in direction of the gods.. .

Ah!
Aziza danced up dust to his sacred being
Magnified by the quiet presence
of the pathways.
She spoke again,

'good for you
You have hid yourself
Under the restful shade of earth'.

When I could see she was dressed
as the unbeautiful look
seated by some flesh of,
swollen earth,
I Knew
suddenly.

A daylight vanishing to her peaceful rest
In the circle of a thunderous grumble
I staring with her
at Silence...

maybe i want you to find my notebooks someday
so that you can read all about my pain
that i kept stashed and stored and hidden
behind my pen and the countless ink stains on my hands
my pain that i wanted to speak to you about yet never could
so here are my last words, they always didn't come so easy to write
i grew restless, exhausted, and i just wanted you to look into my eyes
instead i held base, behind these scribbled lines

hourglass laid on her naked abdomen
red pigment passionflesh
beheld by her own touch

i look at her
and she is goddess 
loop and knot 
 
i look away
and she's ocean sky flow
breather of this breath 

i look within
and i am at her feet
removing her sandals 

i look without
and i'm depth ebb
space silenced

she never stood a chance,
of course - so
she stood
oblique to it.

drawn forth
by odd thoughtful urge shaped,
her lines scribbled
tall orders small:

till all there is, is.

Up and die he goes
Left for the sea in her eyes
He has it in his
but he never did realize
We never saw sea again

A little ball of fur
Autumn leaves waltz with me
Trees shivering
Wind whispering
I am loving where i am...

Ginger nut crunch base
creamy Philly cheese
bitter **** lemon filling
birthday cheesecake
tongue tasty sweet when we kiss