driving west-11.9.26

mountains big sky

Eye contact

body language

magic in a cool desert night breeze

cowboy up

cowgirl down

Shampoo stinging

bloody hieroglyphics-better than ink

all over my back

a new friend

Café au lait tan on white sheets

eyes

blue as desert sky

promise

of

sunrise

 Gone-6.10.26

phone doesn’t get a text it’s me

This a losing game

I am tired of playing

Lust was our bond

Our sanctuary

It’s gone cold as you have

I don’t like film I leave

Don’t like the meal

send it back

I ‘ve just gone

No explanation needed

gione

 Statuesque-27.9.26

This hits different

She walks  towards me

Legs go on all the way to heaven

I’m already gone just

She’s just

So Statuesque

Statuesque: attractively  tall, graceful, and well-proportioned, resembling the beauty and dignity of a statue

 Swimming in the web-03.10.26

tells me she is a good friend of mine

swimming in the dark

Pink spider in Black bikini bottoms on 

Top MIA

Long legs cutting a swath

on

pool /mind

as kiss on the roof under night sky

visions of mythical beautiful creatures fill me

we kiss 

the bottoms float up

dive into web

 Stormy-01.10.26-later

Chasing shadows at night

Chasing each the in the rain

Shadows comforting

Cooking up some medicine

To share with pink spiders

Underground

The one with

emerald eyes (like the North Sea)

A shock moonlight colored hair

We find each other when the sky is crying

When the others fade

We know the lightening’s names

We come to life

Poison (racing that Centre of soul/brain) 

Ascenseur pour l'échafaud. on turn table

Blue smoke the rain pounding  

Stormy such a perfect name

Wild raining down on us

Nourishing

Breaking drought

passion 

 Swimming in the web-03.10.26

tells me she is a good friend of mine

swimming in the dark

Pink spider in Black bikini bottoms on 

Top MIA

Long legs cutting a swath

on

pool /mind

as kiss on the roof under night sky

visions of mythical beautiful creatures fill me

we kiss 

the bottoms float up

dive into web

 Gone-6.10.26

phone doesn’t get a text it’s me

This a losing game

I am tired of playing

Lust was our bond

Our sanctuary

It’s gone cold as you have

I don’t like film I leave

Don’t like the meal

send it back

I ‘ve just gone

No explanation needed

gione

 Stigmata-7.10.26

Sometimes music poetry and smoke

Pink spiders MIA

Won’t fill the void

Stigmata blooms

Blood roses

0cc works

released from l that brings us down

to see it as the divine comedy it is

Stigmata

Nodding2when transcribed this this from my shades

• Stg Mata: Bodily marks, scars, or intense pain corresponding to the wounds of Christ (2 the wounds of the blue saint also known as tracks

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