From and from

and going towards the Heart Above.

Who will hold my hands

my water strong, and like a boat, I am your breath.

Raise Your Head

and listen a little with your lips . . .

Harp Strings

I save my drumming for harp strings, drumming only of porcupines. Flutes and harp strings are drums.


Breath, you could end up giving food to eat.  


Your fingers are something of distilled oil.

The Back Slumps

and roses in the flesh feel new.  

Is it okay for me to love you?

  Because I would keep telling you a million times With you, I will only care.

Lady Liberty

A secret follower, salty stars. And everything is the same: OBVIOUS AS HAVING ORIGINATED AS LOVE  

Anointing Oil