Sex is a storm and I am the fire-dipped butterfly, I am all of the irregular passions. A blazing queen on my crystal throne like a scalding star in the frozen, polar night. Sovereign arctic leopard, snow stalking in the shriek of frost. Foxes glide at my feet like a sea of rubies, Roaming with the moon on my face and the wilderness on my breath. Offerings of sinful pomegranate kisses, my capricious mouth; a…
Colliding comet, Crashing into earth womb flesh, Sail to Xibalba. December rain, A dying star enveloped in a galaxy of blood, Microcosm Macrocosm. Ecliptic Ectopic, Lonely gibbous ovary drifts in ghost tube, Black hole orbits graveyard Uterus. Sweet-dark astronaut, Ammonite curled swimming up Orion’s belt, Armageddon butchered body. Violent birth, That was your attempt at dying, A sacrificial life-giving voyage. Cataclysmic asteroid, There was a Virgo moon in my heart, Stranger baby. -Katie Ness
Standing in the back garden, she sees the rose free spirits; those beautiful creatures have bloomed twice this summer. Their aura; delicate yet raging, drifts upwards like heat waves at dusk. The entire garden echoes with the chirps of bees and crickets, each insect emits little pink sparks of love that flicker with their wings. A message of reverence to the roses. The mauve coloured air weaves through the sweet grass and the lemon balm …