Feelings and emotions pour forth from my heart, my soul-expressed with my hands, my words, my voice, my essence, my being-visual, tactile, vocal, aural.  i feel the sound of the words resonate within me.  poetry.  i breathe the words.  the words breathe me.
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i want to curl up
into your chest.

i would tiptoe
into your heart,
pop some
popcorn,
and warm myself
by the fire.

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Slivers
The finest
Shards
Glisten
Twinkle
Whilst
Aspirating
Injecting
Shooting
into
my heart
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Exhibitionism

The gallery space:
     my body

The frames:
     my arms
     my neck,
     my hands

The art of my heart:
     positioned exactly

To entice,
To evoke:
     recognition:
          of sensual radiance
          of visual poetry

The waft of
Perfume,
The sinuosity
Of movement:
     an allusion of mystery

I am my art:
     it is on me,
     it is of me,
     it is by me

I am my art,
My art is me

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the sun
is
kissing
my face

the wind
is
blowing
my fears
away

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Wherefore is the
Deep end
But to
Dive in freedom
In release
And plunge
Into the silence
Breathless

Then,
to shoot
To the surface
And break it
Face to the sky
A cacophony of sound

Only to be called
Back down
Into the depths
Of weightlessness to
Wander around

The depths of you
Call
to the depths of me
And in joy,
I dive down