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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 https://www.tonyandersonmusic.com/
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