SOC Writing _ 17.2.21

 God crush

Lust box. Trust this. Knocks at your door. Hello little pig, let me in. Her wide eyes, black lashes and constant informing of her process is heart stopping – grabbing my attention – I want all of this – what you put out – your sight – in- sight my delight – your body, mossy green on rock. Strong and Amazonian; fish out of water – where do you wish to swim? I am in a glen of daze - a happy space imaging the day I hear you live – feel the vibe coming from your mash up of keys and sounds – fat beats and solar melodies running down your arms – dripping to a surface that is pounding with sound. Your magic genius – only glimpsed has caught my heart – has me imaging sound and possibilities unlocked and now available – you work to the bone - have travelled over many stones to get to where you now reside – residence in exile from the mother land – sad and glorious – I pick up little pieces of you and gently turn them in my hand – this is not for me – but it touches me all the same – twice - thrice I have put my face against your sound – walked miles upon the sand to understand your deep places – where you call from, howl from – your particle place in space and I am left dazed and amazed - a child – like phenomena in a woman’s body – a gentle pursuit of the ineffable qualities of life, sorrow and mystery – in the everyday – an unpretentious soul waiting in hiatus for the globe to drop, for the show to start – so I can get out of the way, make way for what she will say – a beauty on feet – a master seeking God. In all his kingdoms – not one other like this creature – nothing has come to pass and nothing has – but in this space of God crushing there is a shard of truth in my words – an amorous quality that I hope you will take – even as good luck charm. x