I Like to Feel our Spine as One


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I Like to Feel our Spine as One

Lady, if I could touch you with my mind
I’d paint you alive and shyly wanting
You would be long of soul
With eyes hard as love on fire
You’d wear silence as a dress

And nothing else, and hope for a shocking smile
Of the parted lips of time
Lady, If I could touch your spark
I’d be the warm glow of a tickling ache
That does not abate, but steadies with warmth

Gushing the garden-wall with after-thoughts
Or roses and our faces kissed
By the longing of impatience on the edge
Of passion so subtle it would be torture to endure
Lady, if only you knew the shadows

The clean dreams of love before we are doing to die
The galleries of faith where a woman
Can save, and these moments can empower
The sharing unity against all the futility
It’s quite a new thing for me
To have a body next to your body

To respond in your tangents of possibility
And shocking fuzz of parting flesh
Whose love crumbs are spiritual signs
And stroking cries break my self-limitations.

Lady, if I could touch you with my mind
I’d paint you alive and shyly wanting
You would be long of soul
With eyes hard as love on fire
You’d wear silence as a dress

And nothing else, and hope for a shocking smile
Of the parted lips of time
Lady, If I could touch your spark
I’d be the warm glow of a tickling ache
That does not abate, but steadies with warmth

Gushing the garden-wall with after-thoughts
Or roses and our faces kissed
By the longing of impatience on the edge
Of passion so subtle it would be torture to endure
Lady, if only you knew the shadows

The clean dreams of love before we are doing to die
The galleries of faith where a woman
Can save, and these moments can empower
The sharing unity against all the futility
It’s quite a new thing for me
To have a body next to your body

To respond in your tangents of possibility
And shocking fuzz of parting flesh
Whose love crumbs are spiritual signs
And stroking cries break my self-limitations.

Henceforth I am my own Good Fortune


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Henceforth I am my own Good Fortune

What if, there were as many
Truths as there were lives
Let us celebrate them here
Whatever satisfies the soul

Is a kind of truth , then
My body is also divine
The beauty of independence
Walking, moving, smiling

This form that convinces with a presence
With senses as a human body was given
Evolved and sacred
When I give, I give myself

To celebrate the hour
The indiscernible freshness
Of living, here my voice is a poem
And I am curious about each one

I say to mankind, be not curious about God
But of each other, for
The Goddess of her is more intimate
Than the God of invisible salvation

Ever was, be merry
Satisfy the needs first
Then speak of metaphysics
A spirituality that loves the world

That is the audience of congregation
Those are who witness the miracles
Now I know the secret of being
To love, is the real artist in humanity.