Clean skin

SOC Writing _ 17.7.21

Clean skin

New skin, skin me alive and let me go free into my new water – fish in a swimming bowl – so much bolder now you have jumped up the waterfall - fallen to your death a thousand times – there is nothing else to fear but love – turn it on its fucking head – live into the hot core of life – it’s waiting all aghast for you - for your head to turn skywards – sky dancer – sex magic – convent girl gone wild and the whole of God caught on fire – the flames licking and snarling round the tree that become the cross – torture and pleasure - the pain of my heart - the pain of gut gone – the music from the keys still ringing shrill in my ears – her tiny dancer on my lap - embrace in the championing of my life – the life I thought never to be – might still never be – its up to me – its not up to me – are you listening? Is it right - is it wrong? – Make up no mind and just sing for everything your worth – know that you are perfect in you – now – now is the time to share and show and grow with the more exposure - like Tim Ferris – the ferris wheel of your life turns – she gets on then the whole show begins in earnest. She said she’d take me for years - to see where this ride goes – years of grow and love and life and pain and destruction – years of fuck yes to life and creation, creativity - I am turning my head backwards to see you and say yes – yes to life, to love – and no to fear – to my persistent old bastard – the old story – script and paint peeling away to reveal the heart rimu core - the beauty always here under the ash cleansed boards – to be shone and loved on.