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"Seeds"



Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples 
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy

opens the light
inside me 

cracked eggshell 
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind

in the smallness
of me 
something 
quietly blooms 

ragged yet refined
a gecko changing colours

rides Godiva barefeet along a spine
the tracks of all your breadcrumbs
autumn leaves lie scattered
there you enthrall me I am succumbed

a forest full of stories
romancing wintered histories
making love glamour 
from some god-damned awful tragedy

raindrops 
now metronome paused
to verily 
become

there you whisper secrets 
swaying away we dance in time
pressing temples worshipped
velvet beds grass-stained

causality, 
there are
victorious 
verdant signs

silver moonlit in the mist 
two crushing bodies warmed 
now sheltered 
from what was cold

silent prayers 
hands touch 
an exotic mind
stop watch pause rewind

ashes from a past death
you paint love hearts 
on my limbs 
war paint 

dust to dust
now each other's curious quarry

in this small death
confederate ghost
I shimmer in your eyes, 
perilous fey 

in rapturous disguise, 
the weather doesn't worry

I gift you trust 
I shimmer in your azure skies
laid out on moss blanket
the wet and ready forest floor

a kindness unrecognised
pulls out reeds of truth
buries frayed ropes saxophone blue
unbound, buried once 6 feet in lies

the rosy naked sensate 
eyes bless the berries 
tongues speak to 
taste ripe beckoning lips

a quest to open 
holy grail
a portal 
and a gate

all sensibilities
kiss what has been missing
passion's fruits spill the honeyed nectar
drunk on prophetic visions

a ripe red heart 
pulsating next to  mine
a voice that 
speaks at long long last

"I know you,
I know what's in your mind"

wakes the shaking climbing vines 
where heaven’s scent 
star anise and lilies intertwine
sex cerebral grows overgrown

within the 
yearning climb
bodies sing like
willows bending 

in a storm 
new summer scorches
defibrillates and reigns again 
hot reckoning

enraptured emerald greens
seasoning new stories
arousing dreams
planting futures' seeds

A bed of purple violets 
and blue forget-me-knots
a crown of daises
wild roses, thorns piercing sensuality

sharp nibs to write 
what remains of a story 
tattooed rivulets of red 
upon alabaster skin

The Forest 
is all mine

The Forest 
is all yours

Make what of it 
what you will
closing past 
opening new doors

seeds, 
new forest soil to till

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)



éclosion / Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/MVobZa369ks


"Datura" / Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY




“What liars poets 
and everybody were! 
They made one think
one wanted sentiment. 
When what one 
supremely wanted 
was this piercing, 
consuming, 
rather awful sensuality.”
D.H. Lawrence


“It was as if thousands and thousands
 of little roots and threads of consciousness
 in him and her had grown together
 into a tangled mass,
 till they could crowd no more,
 and the plant was dying.
 Now quietly, subtly,
 she was unravelling 
the tangle of his consciousness and hers, 
breaking the threads gently, 
one by one, 
with patience and 
impatience to get clear.”
D. H. Lawrence 









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