the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

-.-.07 - 7.4.18

I peek

searching for

green

 

Pushing through

with urgency

parting its winter mantle

 

I peek

and ponder my pussy

yawing O’Keeffe bloom

 

We share a handsome desire

to gallop into and through

the open air

 

Weightless shameless climax

that momentary unfolding

of the petal

 

We own our body

our tool our strength

our pleasure

recorded 18.4.17

recorded 31.3.18