Wednesday, April 13, 2005

my whispers

a psychedelic andromeda of flowers
the rain the earth the sun
with the moon in the highest state of being
i see the planets coming towards me.

i lie down while I’m naked
i watch one by one
touch each and every star
painted all over the floating mirage
black but painted with pink and white and purple.

watch me fly like a sweet sweet melody
my brown sugar skin touched
by a white silvery cloth
floating through the skies.

Feel the heat of my being
As caramel slides on my waist
The gods observe my sensuality
And I entertain, by being myself.

i lay on the deep green cloud
with my feet dipped on a grayish blue sea
my innovation is this world
a miraculous conception from my womb.