nature

June Junkie

Eminence fully flowered,

orange and teal, yet still has a power,

as slot canyons and skies that cover June

Lilium asiatic double you,

a mystery, the many eyes—

in love—with sweet stirrings of you

Belladonna rose in offense,

in a stream of earthly moans—

sedation and sudden seduction,

towering over a wince

And the orange star laughs,

as the bees descend

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Collaborative poems

Effulgent Crucibles in the Night

Havoc and Consequence

Collaboration

In dimensions, twilight ash
And comets of agate blues,
Body language that gives away clues.
Hold the sun down, quietly untie these eyes.
Fill these lungs with a vividness of spirit metal petals

We — the crucibles of change,
Pillows of basalt.
Tiny remnants of dinosaur bones.
Suffering into existence.
The remains of relentless urges,
Floating in our eyes and
Flowing in our mouths.

Breathe and speak no more.
As the solar flowers bloom in our veins.
Suffocating these dreams into blue.
As magic spun stars speak to us in silence.
Alchemy—taking us to the end of time.

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A desire for, love

Her name felt save in his mouth

Her name felt save in his mouth

Sliding down that mossy sink of darkness;
Where the moonmilk seeps above his head
And drops like sugary moonbeams down
His Irish skin

No mirrors, to reflect his cocooned crystals
Only pitch black shape-shifters,
In the misty middle rock

As a memory of indigo burnings surfaces,
And his exuberance is unleashed
He swims over luminescent calcite flowers,
And splashs in the pale, pearly thoughts,
Of how the way she’ll let him in

By a passage of mystical beauty,
Growing from tension, compression, and bubbles that crowds…
Until…
Yielding softly overhead,
To his language of love
And burrowing down into that wide mouth
Of security and curiosity

     Photograph: Ryan McGinley

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Echo Muses

Motherly Heliotrope

The colors of autumn
Where are they now?
Desaturated and lost in the waves of sight

Pass the forest and come to the purple door,
Three knocks to come forth,
To the stoney garden of the lady with jars

Lost in pensive thoughts, spilled out in tender rains, into the caldron of the cosmos
Cast a bond towards jove…. impart the love of a mother

As purple sage burns the diminishment of pain, and what remains,
Purple ash is scattered from the hands of a mother
Saturating the earth, to spring forth a cathedral of amethyst trees

Halloween spell for : Gina@Singledust

Imagine: pininterest

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