Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Monday, August 08, 2005

Earth is a Girl named Kanarra




Slippery slender sliver of a slot with smooth fluted walls to fingertip caress.

Wet cool clear rushing flow, rocky splashing foot numbing slow trudging.

Taking me deeper, wet to the waist, mouth O'd, breath caught, an echoed sucking reverse moan.

Sun dappled red rock with green flashes and red, yellow, white, flower splashes.

Flesh, rock scraped, scratched, marked.

Gentle beauty carved from fierce flashing floods.

Soul swept and carried away.