I am spiralling beauty,
in the twisting I can see the pieces fall.
my fingertips outstretched to grasp as my eyes witness an unbecoming.
the sorrow that turns inward and switches on my living.
I am spiralling,
blind to the difference between truth and truth.
I won’t deny either,
they are both and all shedding qualities of light
over my radiant evolving body.
a layered body.
I am cloaked in fur.
she told her to wait, a genetic line of waiting.
wait for her, wait for her to wake.
it’s a mess a little.
this way of being in my world.
I have so many loves.
I have so many ways of being awake,
I see the world I breathe her in contradictory patterns.
but I am here with her.
Standing and reaching + screaming.
I let her let go of me. every day I wake and I let her,
let go of me.
I hold a seed bed of cravings deep in my womb.
it quivers and writhes in anticipation of release.
a being almost of her own, I have little control over her.
her breath seeps up my spine calling Venus forth in the all of me
I let her go.
she moves in and through me chasing desire chasing me.
I let myself be cloaked in her truth her vision + light.
Oh my god, words whispered eyes lit on going deep
Oh my god
Yes. You see
I feel you seeing me.