Hoop Love
I'm enveloped by a sacred circle.
She protects me,
sets my boundaries,
lets me express all shades of my humanity
in her study embrace.
Rings orbiting around me
draw a flower of life
on the wind's canvas...
A dragonfly
gently flapping her wings
against my flesh.
She brings me
back into the womb,
deep into those
royal purple caverns
where all that exists
is me, my heartbeat,
and hers.
I set her into motion,
pulsing to the beat of my pumping blood.
We dance
just to feel the air
whipping against our skin.
We dance for nothing
and for everything.
We dance
because nothing else makes sense.
She twirls around me
like soft locks
around flirtatious fingers.
We move like lovers
who have learned each other
through eons of playtime.
But I don't know her enough.
I yearn to merge with her
so we move as one.
I long for seamlessness,
mindlessness,
pure flow
of spirit and body
where there is no calculation.
Pure presence.
Perfection.
She protects me,
sets my boundaries,
lets me express all shades of my humanity
in her study embrace.
Rings orbiting around me
draw a flower of life
on the wind's canvas...
A dragonfly
gently flapping her wings
against my flesh.
She brings me
back into the womb,
deep into those
royal purple caverns
where all that exists
is me, my heartbeat,
and hers.
I set her into motion,
pulsing to the beat of my pumping blood.
We dance
just to feel the air
whipping against our skin.
We dance for nothing
and for everything.
We dance
because nothing else makes sense.
She twirls around me
like soft locks
around flirtatious fingers.
We move like lovers
who have learned each other
through eons of playtime.
But I don't know her enough.
I yearn to merge with her
so we move as one.
I long for seamlessness,
mindlessness,
pure flow
of spirit and body
where there is no calculation.
Pure presence.
Perfection.
"Ms Jackson or Don't Even Interrupt My Faery Tale "
This morning I woke to tie-dye streaming through the window. My fingers wanted to run to the walls to trace it's patterns but as soon as I tried to stretch my limbs, I realized I was trapped... Locked in the spindly embrace of a Jackson chameleon! I blinked my eyes wildly and the fierce sound cut through the prairie. Thankfully, my butterfly friends recognized my call and soon arrived to free me from the Jackson's clutches. They worked for HOURS to loosen his grip, claw by claw, limb by limb. His googly eyes fluttered in dreamtime beneath his lids. I did my best not to giggle as the butterfly wings fluttered against my naked skin. I knew if I woke the Jackson, he'd only pull me closer before falling back to sleep. Then, I'd never escape. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I have a really busy day ahead of me. Fresh out of the Jackson's arms, I slipped into the shower. Cool, crisp vodka rained down on me, washing the Stardust out of my eyes and down the drain. I carefully stepped out onto my gardenia and let the vodka evaporate as a braided my rainbow into a high bunny tail. If there's one thing that slows me down, it's pushing rainbows out of my eyes all day. While I have my morning glass of moonbeams, with cream and honey, of course, I will formulate a list of the tasks that lay before me. First on the agenda, untie the knots in the wood. It always takes forever, but the trees will feel so much better when I'm done. They will dance till all of their leaves start falling off and make me laugh so hard that I will sweat ladybugs and plumerias will spill out of my mouth. Next, I have to cheer up the peaches. That shouldn't take too long if they're around when the trees start dancing. What else? Let's see… I need to invent a new color to paint the sky with… Maybe florescent clear? But that will make the air a little chilly. I suppose I should also weave a blanket from the lilicoi vine. That'll only take a few minutes if I can recruit a school of needle fish to help me. And... Hmmm... Gotta wax my wings, polish the pond, take the possums for a haircut, pet the ferns, walk the crickets, slay a couple of nasty bitches, rip their acrylic nails off until they bleed, shove that stick that's stuck up their asses right through their crown chakra, and then go straight to anger management class. On second thought, this day is beginning to sound a bit overwhelming. Maybe I'll just go back to snuggling the Jackson.
Reflection
I didn't say goodbye
because I didn't really know
where I was going...
besides crazy,
but I ended up here.
The canyons must've been parched,
because they've lapped up so much rain
that my low-pressure waterfall shower
is now an angry ocean.
I wanna crawl in there
and sit on my throne
and SCREAM
ear-
piercing
sirens
that are instantly swallowed
into a muffle of foam.
But the rocks won't let me.
They'll fire-hose my feet
RIGHT off
the snail-skin ledges
and dump me
back into the freezer.
So, I suppose
I'll perch on this fallen guava
that is now imprisoning
the only sunny shore,
brown my belly
and my nipples,
Carve deeper lines into my skin
with the blade of the suns reflection,
Hypnotize my monkey mind
with cool breeze
and white noise lullabies
Until the fire
and the coffee
drive me CRAZY enough
to TEAR through the branches
and throw myself
headfirst into my medicine.
She embraces me with open arms every time.
Slits the throats of my demons
and then laughs and shakes her head,
“When will you remember
how easy you have it?
When you come to me
ONLY on the brink of insanity,
you'll never stop using me
and you'll NEVER become me.
Take this power with you.
I've grown tired
of the empty promises
you whisper in my embrace.
You only let me hold you
when you're shattered glass.
I piece you back together
and then you leave me.
Show up whole next time.
Be MY mirror.
Stoke my fires with YOUR passion.
Warm my waters with your vibrant skin.
Massage my bones with your bare feet
and Sing ME lullabies.
Caress MY skin.
Entrance me with YOUR beauty.
Offer me your body.
Quench me.
Amazing me with YOUR strength,
YOUR power,
YOUR ability to change
and flow
and remain
stunningly
perfect.
Show up whole.
Be my mirror.”
because I didn't really know
where I was going...
besides crazy,
but I ended up here.
The canyons must've been parched,
because they've lapped up so much rain
that my low-pressure waterfall shower
is now an angry ocean.
I wanna crawl in there
and sit on my throne
and SCREAM
ear-
piercing
sirens
that are instantly swallowed
into a muffle of foam.
But the rocks won't let me.
They'll fire-hose my feet
RIGHT off
the snail-skin ledges
and dump me
back into the freezer.
So, I suppose
I'll perch on this fallen guava
that is now imprisoning
the only sunny shore,
brown my belly
and my nipples,
Carve deeper lines into my skin
with the blade of the suns reflection,
Hypnotize my monkey mind
with cool breeze
and white noise lullabies
Until the fire
and the coffee
drive me CRAZY enough
to TEAR through the branches
and throw myself
headfirst into my medicine.
She embraces me with open arms every time.
Slits the throats of my demons
and then laughs and shakes her head,
“When will you remember
how easy you have it?
When you come to me
ONLY on the brink of insanity,
you'll never stop using me
and you'll NEVER become me.
Take this power with you.
I've grown tired
of the empty promises
you whisper in my embrace.
You only let me hold you
when you're shattered glass.
I piece you back together
and then you leave me.
Show up whole next time.
Be MY mirror.
Stoke my fires with YOUR passion.
Warm my waters with your vibrant skin.
Massage my bones with your bare feet
and Sing ME lullabies.
Caress MY skin.
Entrance me with YOUR beauty.
Offer me your body.
Quench me.
Amazing me with YOUR strength,
YOUR power,
YOUR ability to change
and flow
and remain
stunningly
perfect.
Show up whole.
Be my mirror.”
