Banksy in NYC

Did any of my fine WordPress friends witness the debris left by this outrageous guerrilla artist? I admire his style; interactive, anti-establishment and a little bit Batman. 




“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (1207-1273) 

image from here

Ethereal Paramour


The fabric of heaven weaves through my very self

A song is threading through my soul drawing me to wholeness

My spirit braided with body, mind and rapidly beating heart

Invisible fingers twine another within me, filling the vessel of self

Ripeness flushes my skin, my body afire for the cosmic lover


The one whose soul recognises the shape of my own

The one who can hear my song across the weave of time

The one who calls to me with need and desire equal to my own

The wholeness of self allows the connection to be made

Now awakened my spirit will not rest until I am his


words errant satiety Images ‘Underwater Girl’ by Jacob Sutton 

Claim Me


My skin, delicate as porcelain, punctuated by honeyed freckles, trembles at the touch of your hand. Rose flushed lips part in exhalation of desire, that sound unlike any other, part pleading, part exultation, communicating readiness and need. Need for that hand, your hand to claim me, marking my skin with your own leaving me breathless with gratitude and aching to serve you.


words errant satiety image courtesy of Sssssergiu on deviantART