Oh That Girl!

The deep fissure
up-welling opens
to the sky, mirroring back
the fathomless - touched
by an extended pinky.

Petal Visions Bricolage

Jazz Man Do!

A flood spray of honey dream

our coolest frantic summer play

rose two so delicately together

pink pole goddess read my mad black moon egg

I felt it incubate behind a delirious whispered scream



Winter produced vision at your will

my feet are now shaking me about

producing a forest lather... drunk as sweat

pounding a thousand elaborate wants

blood petals drip their sweet chocolate eternity