I stand forth with firm eyes before the truth;infinite.

and simply smile with molecular color transmitting from all of my frame.

let us join heads and stare into eyes

we’ll watch how two become one

how atomic colors align.

it speaks;

it talks of wisdom and reminds

that we are all from each other

and each other is from all.

iam here.

I am aware.

this means light.

this means colors

this is white.

these are my names.

-Arizona

I saw the sun lingering in the rib of my garden

and i said,

“Oh sun, oh sun, you see I am swelling

with the night sky and her stars.

Take me by your hand,

I come to you from a different land.

You are heart in the midnight sea,

You are a fire shrine inside of me.

Instill your blaze into my veins,

I can bleed your light, these words can be your paint.

Coil my spine and wear it as a crown,

unfold my heart and fold it to your chest.

take me from earth, pluck me as an innocent child would

a flower, and peel me.

I am your delicate bloom,

You are my sail.

My mouth can barely speak;

You are my sail.

life is beauty,and beauty is my name

as long as iam your love; softly, softly.

and i ask,

“Tell me, which way were you born?”

-Arizona

Fire woman, ancient flame;

mademoiselle, in this fashion you have become the sun.

madam with the white face

madam with ******* that leak

you **** wildfires into my gut

i touch myself

to your black painted eyes and

the rose hips hanging off of your gold lips

you see, there is an animal shaking inside of me

and yes ive spoken to the devil of me

i asked her to gather the light of your androgyny

and so she did, condensing it into falling stars;

i closed my eyes and opened my mouth as they crashed inside

hallucinations ignited by the forces that charged my every atoms.

i suddenly became the universe, my womb bore your flowering galaxies.

i consumed, made love to and birthed stars

you made me your ****** celestial star queen

and sent sibylline comets to burn into my chest the vow

that shined, spoke and reminded:

“i will live in your sin down to extinction.”

and your limbs,they are where extinction is found;

old love,it is where i commit to worship even when i burn

seventy thousand light years into the ground.

-Arizona

The tongue of my soul is of

An ancient ancestor of the Sun.

Who knows, like me, what he tastes like.

Dimensional ***.

Psychic energies.

Balance.

Nature.

Atomic gambol.

Time travel.

Color travel.

Enlightenment.

understanding.

wisdom.

I am the Sun.

The Black Sun.

The son.

The mud.

The dirt.

I am eternal life and eternal death.

-Arizona

Dawn whispered the break of light

awakening trembling limbs.

Soulful sighs brought by ancient winds

marked the day.

“Its the festival of the trees.” she said

as the Earth dressed me this

morning amongst my forest bed;

and against my colored eyes

she laid the top of the bottom

of the arraying white sea.

Gathering at once body and spirit,

I fell into the greatness of water

bathing amongst the magnanimous.

She brushed my skin with

a soul daffodil full of sun

and kissed my mouth with natures liking.

It was the cosmic hour

of the atomic separation of my body.

It was beautiful.

It was divinity at its source.

She exalted my lungs with her

greenery and my rib her roots.

She anchored her song into my chest.

It pulsated a beat

some what of an effeminate child:

“I am an ancient song.

I sing the ever connecting

vibrations of Universe,

balancing body completely.”

Light sings through the heaven I am made of

and within its gardens of androgynous flower kings.

I have witnessed with sound and mind the crying of the Earth;

and the Earth cries her wonderful cries

to know how many lives she has lived

and where she still stands.

She sang to me the first sound of her body

and how nobody knows that the skies

are really at war with the seas,

and how the stars with their poetic

visions really see eyes in threes.

But this is just my rhyme alone.

The sun landed upon her *****;

night became of me from the mountains

where the moon and her lovely phases

flowered upon my breast

ravishing wild torrents of femininity

into the silver cosmic rivers.

You see, I am an ancient song.

I sing the ever connecting

vibrations of Universe,

balancing body completely.

This is me in my natural state,

whole and feminine.

-Arizona

There is a cosmic garden that grows between our ribs;
it is rooted to the heart of us.
Your love, it breaks my chest
like wild flowers blooming ablaze in springtime,
wrapping around my horned collar bones.
It is the type of love that flowers endlessly.
This love, it reaps my petals and shrines all that is good
to gather love’s ancient children for worship.
You remind me of past lives;
of untouched lands,
of a truth written sky.
I know you.
You have been that soul
that has followed mine
for centuries.
It has always been you.

I was always meant
to lose all faith in
“religion.”
It hurts a simple kind
of freedom in me that you’ve finally introduced.
But if I were to be any religion,
it would be you.
Pure love.
-Arizona

you kissed the scar below my breast.
the scar that resembles the
eye of providence.
there was horror in your eyes.
you asked me where
my blood flows from

and i did not know.

what i did discover, however,
was that with who I am
and all i believe in and love
corresponds with this scar
that i was born with.
i always knew where it was
but i never really focused
on the shape; and
come to find out that this symbol wound, to me, was
absolutely frightening
and completely satisfying at the same time.
when i discovered it,
i had stars in my stomach,
it was like looking at it for the first time.

it told me that
i was born to be;
born to create
born to know

I finally knew that i was of the sibylline highborn.
-Arizona