shed.it.off

purple. to black and to blue.

shimmering in the background of the shadow of you
spread between the legs of vulnerability
and rawness
reality
pokes it's finger into the flesh of
humility shaking the walls of wisdom lining the circumference of significance surrounding
the presence of purpose proposing introverted extroversion


on your part.
playing the role of strings and spiderwebs strung through the shine-becoming braided upon the placenta of rainbows and immaturity
glistening

in the stardust twinkling from the iris of a heart pulsating her self into a language

that is given forth unto the airs between the skin

of your body
and mine

undress your self in front of your self
-not just in front of the arc of me-
see deeply with intent ...
if you expect the same
from me...
out here on this wave inside of you,
i hear

the language of your origami.





there's a raindrop x-ed out and lightening black
back on the tongue
watercolouring your words.
dripping
past - through - to
the screen of adversion screaming it's way in-
so obvious
in the oscillating obscurities poked through with the spokes of the fork
penetrating each infinite bite
brought to the lips of such an insatiable appetite
for control

festering and feeding.

upon it self.



digesting it's manifestation of subliminal starvation
gnawing on the beauty

that exits without

effort--
-inside the canvas of your eyes where
stars explode and swallow themselves-
giving birth to a new and distinct .fire.
that twinkles upon the lips of
your smile in the humble recognition of surrender and strength


i understand the pause.
and the refrain,
the resistance and the retraction


in the initial invitation and interaction (with)
letting go ... -



still it is hard to stand amongst the shattering mirror
to hear the echo of who you have been and are...
to observe
a reflection of something i know
but that
is not mine
this time.

...


is there freedom within
all of this.

is there fluidity in the abstract duality.




just look at the trees.


and then (don't) tell me
what you see -


be

what is free

and find me


where
ever i am
there.

(you need to know it-to create it-to understand it---for your self

if you are going to meet me


in this ocean of the sea we are breathe . ing)



there is freedom in all of this.
in all of this.
some where.






purple to black to blue to
a new
unborne colour...
birthing itself
inside the skin.





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