…the soil of Her blood bearers…

thank you, for being everywhere I dream

  • “Veins like roots, through body blooms, filling all of me”

    -jlk_'memory hugs'

  • “Spiraling center; Slow soaking in your gaze”

    -jlk_memory hugs

  • "She craves holding his craving her holding"

    -jlk

  • I love it when your body inks. Touching soul links. Weaving hearts melt. Syncing crowns swell. Body parts marked as art. Falling forward open arms. New start."

    -jlk_'lands of bone'

  • “I can feel your hunger. Ecstasy’s thunder after lightning opens pathways in the dark”

    -jlk_'lands of bone'

  • “Sun kissed forest bathed in silhouettes”

    -jlk_'lands of bone'

  • "…you are the light climbing sunshine’s moon at night…"

    -jlk

  • "...soul bleeding for more. Like liquid forming to figures. Each and every finger. I’m feeling needing your whispers. More frequently keeping me peaceful. Digging deeper into thickening circumstances. Passing, with no turning back. There’s no turning back…"

    -jlk_'Continue' excerpt

  • Just one look and you took my breath away. As you whisper softly and say to me. I wanna feel you next to me ... ...It’s your love I’ve caught. Like an outbreak I’ve fought. But with the medicine we breathe. Holding fast to cord of ecstasy. Dancing with you right next to me. You are my every fantasy"

    'The Arc' Calisound Recording -jlk 2001

  • "...pouring more than the mind wants to handle at times. Through these scandals as we stabilize each handle on life. Deciding tonight to what heights have my sights crying, And which once left these drying memories hesitating beneath skins of comfortable sin..."

    -jlk_'Continue' excerpt

  • “…created to create… bountifully born. poetess of sorts, curating moves moulding mortal bones. flesh building; bridges out of walls portals — to sprawl”

    -jlk

  • “Blue Mountain waves tracing flesh…"

    -jlk_'lands of bone'

‘Lands of Bone’; honey high-PoeticPages+Art

Coming soon!

All along…

Her throne of heart sonnets; whole body table full of dreams

Sipping sweet nectar from Her mountain tree breeze 

Snow capped clouds. Listening skin and bones growls… courage

The sacred roaming each vein, seeking; finding width & range, 

Roars of Her roots ring. This ancient warrior within, 

mighty wild wind sings; Liberation songs of buried treasures

blood blooming … All along. 

— JLK ‘…of Bone’

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