bountiful, born. curator of conscious containers. moves moulding mortal bones. flesh building; bridges out of walls
portals — to sprawl”
“Veins like roots, through body blooms, filling all of me”
-jlk
"She craves holding his craving her holding"
-jlk
"…you are the light climbing sunshine’s moon at night…"
-jlk
"...God, 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
I love it when your body inks. Touching soul links. Weaving hearts melt. Syncing crowns swell. Body parts art marked. Falling forward open arms. New start. Go!"
-jlk
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’ album excerpt - 2001
"...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…"
