The listening birds
Watch the sun beheading me
– you, my gold coffin.
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The listening birds
Watch the sun beheading me
– you, my gold coffin.
Sultry Soliloquy 
I Crown You
Horizon’s gold threads,
The world at your feet, I stretch,
In your hair, breathe stars.
Crystalline Water
Avalanche, white pure,
Snow-sphere, you and me for heart,
Melting – streams of spring.
Through deserts, naked
I lay over the ground, drunk,
A highway home – you.
Hidden Brilliance
I pray, Desert storm,
From my lips roll, your white name,
Dust covered — now born.
Concealed – this jewel,
A weeping sat behind me,
“I am more than dust!”
Your have, harmony,
Wildflowers and moonlight
– canopy of stars.
Dust on your lips, wine,
On your breasts, withered leaves, shine —
You flow, love divine.
I thread stars like pearls,
Wrapped around your finger, light,
Birthing our new sun.
Blessed be who strokes you, who touches your heart… Goddess of mine…
-sighs- You are…