That flash fire in January has come. The touch of warmth that sooths Like a trickle of warm liquid just drip drip dripping down the spine.
A small taste, a tease, a tickle of spring to surge.
Like gentle lips brushing across an eyelid. Quick licks that smell like lavender. Subtle strokes in that soft spot where the neck comes to rest. A teasing taste of delight, of dance, of perfection in contact.
The months to come stand like soldiers before the lusty red coals that will bring warmth, sex-filled flesh, fantasy formed figures reeling in the hot hot days that lend themselves to delight. Lend their guiding touch toward freedom. Lend their dawn, their noon, their setting to fulfilled longing. To nature covered days, mud covered nights, and saltwater sweat.
Yes. That flash fire in January has come. And soon, soon the sprinkling will cascade. The warmth flowing like a cataract to cover all with delirium and a halcyon daze.
Birds don’t always sing sweet Sometimes they cry. Their song sung Soft from their feathers Moans bellowed before flight Tears before the air.
I saw a crow once. Squawking at an owl. The crow loud and angry Screeching beak bared, His wings flared. The owl turned and stared His black head paused Stunned at her glare.
Birds don’t always sing sweet. The hoot does not always mean meat. The wind flows with movement Tones of emotion like Notes on a page, words of matter; Stone, aether, water and fire Elemental mixes like chemical Potions that intoxicate; Like moxie, music, migrations;
This must be it, you know, you know Your final act Your final word, your final cut You, whoever you are You beast You cruel to be faced Beast No beast is too good for you Beast is made of sinew and flesh is animal You are worse than animal You have no nature You are rose then crew You have no love for even The wood the stone, your own skin Nothing of Nature
My will to hold is dying Again and you know it.
Why is this? Do you want me? Or is it the want to watch Me go, to fall, that is so hot?
Who are you? What are you? How can I even reject you? Without rejecting me? All that I hold dear? Dear…Fuck you! Fuck me! No…just no. How can I even say no?
(UPDATE: by god I’ve done it & will post fixes shortly. only “no visitations” and “You are tired” ARe CURRENTLY up to snuff. Thank you for your help & patience!)
Please forgive me – it seems when exported from my software the new format drops the volume of the sound files I’ve recorded significantly. I am figuring out the best solution but it may take a bit of time. Thanks so much for your patience and feedback. It means more than I can express adequately.