November 16 - One thing Wrote two poems tonight, like I always do, they come rapid fire, with little or no editing, just pushed out, or rather the other way around, I feel more like they create me, than I them, they don't move through me, I move through them.. or both, I'm not sure, how to describe it.  The giving birth to thoughts in words... well, here they are. One thing I felt you cry my name in my sleep invasive bliss so swift and keen feeling you for a moment amongst my dreams which a moment before had felt, bright, and vivid now like a hazy smoke filled room in contrast to the brightness of your spring a real tangible thing your presence, your voice that feeling of hyper reality like when I lose myself  in the perfect circle of your arms that suspension of body and mind into spirit, soul, love, transcendence Some pheremonic alchemy or what happens when souls that have lain so many lives side by side have spiritual molecules that recognize and reform around one another When we're in that place together and nothing else exists and physics breaks all it's laws all the petty gripes and pains, melt away Things pared down into smaller fragments simpler, purer, raw, keen there exists no five, or six, or more senses only one sense remains one thing in everything, and everything  in one thing. . Oranges taste like love Oranges taste like love since slaying one together you, Dianna, lording over me I. trembling beneath Watching you tear the rind as your eyes tore my flesh Tasting the scent on the air your sex and the citrine blood of the orange Your slick fingers taking a fist of sunset, so long ago, pulp as I try to struggle not struggle beneath, trembling, I. beneath you and as you squeeze the hot seeming burning  frustrating flavor filling my mouth my cunt, my heat as rivulets of sticky wetness run playing over my quivering chin messy I want to cry I want to laugh as I feel your fist deep, deep inside my orange heart and I. trembling beneath I. watching your eyes watching me knowing, knowing how you know and I know you are inside  My body arcs and small jewels of pulp unweave my being and I think of it the serpent rising along my spine to greet not the apple but the orange at my mouth Kundalini rising, the sensation you eloquently labeled electric fishes in the belly yes, I feel them yes. I. trembling yes. I. like a hungry child mouth stretched, neck stretched, body straining for the flesh you offer me, for anything for whatever I can manage to pull in to consume overwhelmed overwhelmed and overflowing with the fire the red red fire streaming from you and oranges tangled in the wet not sure where liquid orange and tears meet in that baptism baptism by fire where you opened door after door into so many sacred spaces inside laughing, hungry, with your eyes You feeding me as you devour me and I know then, this is just the first night this has just begun I have become undone in the alpha and the omega of you and oranges,  oranges will forever, taste like love.    XO Katt  e-mail me! previous/next Please Vote for my Journal at Clix!   Come on.... just a little something, money for tea? for Christmas dinner? for toilet paper? for shaving cream? for a puppy? for oranges?