pretty mulch just a fungi, little nothing...
"The only way out is through." - Carl Jung (via hip-)
My body possessed by
Rhythm in step
Through out all of me, a
Godess I see
In a puddle on the floor I’m requesting for more
In her gaze I am spent, crowned and content…
The heat of the circle and bodies intwined
No body there sways nor crawls close to mine,
Solely …. Revolving
Pleasing to turn every breath that I breathe
I could live there to die in a moment of suspense
Her paw falls in mine
I’m froze and intent, like a flower to the sun,
… Still …
In the ray with no question of direction
Nothing to say
Except for our names
I belong in this happening
I belong on this rug
In this house
On these walls
I don’t care if it’s silly
Or if in this life stalls
It’s all right
In this flow you enthrall
I was sold to this night
Did you even exist?
Did I paint you to miss?
May I never see your face again?
Surely a misfortune, in retrospect
I could have turned this town around and upside down
If only to find your smile once more and my every thing unwound…
In the picture is Cole and I. Dylan Strassel was behind the camera.
… the most epic of days, out on the sandspit…
lemon grove!! peak season