llamas, betty boop and magic

magic
come home
2 in the morning
after a tour of the city of san francisco and oakland
with the moon following. orange and close to the ocean.
i have never made love in this house.
i have been speechless
spiders
weave our dreams.
my heart
              already is open.
can turn into poems
(or into a dance)
it can turn into quite days of grief.
it can turn into tears.
it can turn into touch.
from timeless space to 'to do list'
for another timeless space with unknown character.
Every moment is new
La Mariposa
asymmetrical
faces
in polarities.
the ecstasy of joy.
the tears of loneliness.
we are lost in this space
alone in the end. but we know we are 1.
a feather
a gift from the sky
for my open eyes
heart beats! what are u trying to say?
earthquake! u're shaking me inside.
with fear.
that's how two human bodies react. when they meet hundreds of years later in mother earth.
with a woman. with a man. with an android creation of a butterfly.
i memorized your smell.
I was mesmerized.
irresistible perfumes don't go well with my
bare skin.
i sweat. wet.
dreams
weave
our silly and wise
imagination.
i sit still.
after a few rollies.
with my empty stomach. i welcome the medicine.
rainbow wings.
feeling conscious about my soul's intensity.
a welcoming journey. unknown. known for thousands of years.
i am a babe.
i'm old.
look i'm a little girl.
i am a snake.
butterfly or a spider.
explosion of animal totems.
dragonfly connections
eagle intentions. or the grace of the swan. with my libra moon. 113303311.
i transform
into another form.
here is good. çok şükür.