Love, For Medicinal Use

Protected on the magic carpet,

You sprinkle the salt while

I light the candles.

The moon watches

us prepare the altar of release.

Two women in the wilderness.

The spell is cast and demons are purged,

No longer weighed down we levitate to luna's light.

I lay my body across her smoothly cratered dermis.

Intuition is transferred in between.

A wolf howls, longing for this feel.

Clean, stripped down to my bare purity.

I see our bodies below

In their sweet trans

Awaiting the rebirth.

I kiss mother of wombs one last time.

We float down to our vessels.

As light is birthed back into our bodies

Messages flow from our mouths.

Divine Affirmations.

We join dermises,

Intuition is transferred in between.

Crickets chirp, longing for this feel.

Clean, stripped down to our bare purity.

Nostalgic neurons shoot

across the universe our chests share.

And in that moment our hearts wishes

For healing is granted.

It is climactic and familiar.

Exalting on impact but soft in arrival.

And we are left there with the

Candles & Salt

Journals & Carpet

Grass & Water

Trees & Stars

Full moon & Full spirits.

The Sex My Thoughts Cum To

It would start unexpectedly but not in a rush.

I want to be read thoroughly.

Don't wonder why I am written this way.

Just watch it unfold.

Let me unfold myself,

Try on your warmth for awhile.

Touch me as delicately as the sheets.

Kiss me with sweet passion.

Create suspense.

Explore this wonderland for its erogenous zones.

Have me crawling out of my skin with anticipation.

When I can't possibly take anymore of the torturous pleasure,

Slide your way in.

Start slow, then as you grow in familiarity work your way to deep.

Feel around in me for the places that sound most beautiful.

Engineer a song, I am every instrument.

Make it an exhilarating one.

With a transcending climax,

Leaving us free falling back into ourselves.

Self pleasuring Self

She laid down, the crown of her dreads meet the plush mattress. Her endless throat peels back and her mouth lets out the sweetest breath of relief. Her skin sensitive to touch, nearly pulls itself together with hairs and goosebumps just to meet me. She seems to be in another place but needs my touch to keep her there. I trace my fingers across all parts of her and seal the trail with kisses. Her body dances to the reaction, her voice sings moans of suspense...

My Spirit Speaks

In numbers
In stars
In dreams 

My Spirit Speaks

In traumatic induced tears
In cold relentless insecurity
In sharpened tongue tips

My Spirit Speaks 

In children's whispers
In monsoon waves
In butterfly wings


My spirit reeks of poetry.

Woman World

If we ruled would racism exist?
Would poverty & homelessness persist?

If we ruled would there be sky scrapers?
Would their dark corners still be infested with rapers?

If we ruled would the plants remain illegal?
Would mass illness still be essential?

If we ruled would this rolling stone still be stone at all?

Untitled (for now)

can you see me?
your eyes glossed from Hennessey
mine from this tree
stuffed in my cigarette pipe

I am a cigarette pipe
cant you see?

its me
harsh on the eyes
with disguised lies
to hide my magical insides

Redemption song

Knew God before religion

Knew happiness before money

Found pain before happiness

Found heart break from a man before loving one.

Felt fear before heart break

Felt alone before fear

Was private before I was alone

Was innocent before it got private

Exchanged innocence with silence 

Exchanged silence for a pen

Found my voice to survive 

Found life after tragedy

Knows happiness after it all because 

I Know God after all

Empty nest

Venus Soul, seeking a spark

A Sol

To make our system.

Shooting wishes at stars.

Lone Lunar talks of what our planets will look like, 

What wonders they will too conceive.

The eggs rushing to fall out of my oval-trees 

Every waning crescent births a broken heart at the door of my garden.

Empty galaxies I will never love.