: dedicated to deepening our human connections, so that we lead more spiritually and emotionally fulfilling lives; by exploring the wisdom and secrets of our ancestors, and unveiling the beauty beyond the veil and within ourselves.
{poem + story} Series
{poem + story} i write his name on the inside of my dress.
… i write his name on the inside of my dress, until i forget my own tongue …
{poem + story} ours is tonight.
… we’re instinctive and sensual, in our moody cocoon …
{poem + story} lovers on the train to venice.
no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesy our destiny across the skins …
{poem + story} all i ever wanted.
… i’ll bring you the water, i felt your heart calling me as i called you, i’ll bring you a necklace of sea shells, some pebbles and sand, & a hawk’s feather …
{poem + story} look beyond the senses, to the soul.
through the mist, in the way of water we’ll still find each other, you should know i feel you more than one life should allow …
{poem + story} my body, a wild sculpture of rainlife.
… we haven’t yet touched nearly enough in one lifetime to be satisfied …
{poem + story} the opening.
open door, open door, open door, dancers of moon, circle of fate, man of my heart, here is what i have, here is what i give you …
{poem + story} sew the raspberry leaves in our bedsheets.
take the stairs to the moon, and when i slip into dreams, always wake me, like a night, i’ll be waiting …
{poem + story} the bluish eyes of flame.
A movement, a deepening. A memory, a flame, a moment into which all is lit and awake on the inside of. A returning, and an entering – somewhere inside the wax where summer is waiting, for the bluish eyes of flame …
{poem + story} for you, i left the back door open.
… solid blues, slow vinyl records, i remembered that for you i left the back door open …
{poem + story} chai.
… night-fulls, water leans against the spoon, like a body in the night, skin-prayer, you want me, moonlight shows me your unshaved face, that i love so much …
{poem + story} tiny plutonian moon.
… and i am only his tiny plutonian moon, with the familiar weight of his love on my skin …
