Belly burns with many inferno's inside.
Charred screams and shrieks
of rage.
Ancient noise travels up from
the soul's deep cage.
It may be time to burn that page.
That within the deepest, primal
moans of ecstasy.
My long chained arms fling free,
as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize.
My mind is now a sweet swarm
of gentle jasmine breezes.
Veins vibrate inner peace.
To desire nothing,
to have no need
Just a greed for great tranquility.

i unravel
the words are
so heavy
but the break
has no sound
i unravel
there is a
typhoon
on top of
my head
it hurts
to think
i unravel
i spent the day
quietly
nursing my
wounds
like a scarred
wild dog lost in
the field

In Her 10th year she took the form of
a large leafed aven.
A rare eye’s-smile,
bright yellow as sunshine.
Hair sprouting wild the way hand-gathered
bouquets should.
Exploding from bud to flower—

Still green with too-long legs raising her
Up,
   Up,
      Higher up by the moment;
Sun-kissed and well-fed on love.