Red Rhythms 2

Areola softens to my lick I cup the nipple with my mouth Rosy visions fill my eye I enter strongly And she writhes with delight My solace found in her My virtue serving for her Humanity rises catapulting the flame of eternity through her eyes She comes.... Seven minutes of pure bliss And the samadhi after Where all is silent She sleeps, resting her Auburn hair on the cotton Growths tremble outside I paint a picture A Botticelli, sexual lines of cosmic illumination Police cars burn Flames rising in South London She thinks of her friend Hiding in the crimson cupboard We shine secretly, delving in peace.

Red Rhythms 3

Rufus the watercolour painter Bleeds lashes of paint From his Roman veins He speaks of Florence and its market and monastery Da Vinci in the hills Botticelli in his workshop studio Revealing layers that Vermeer was to uncover "I've got it" he says while holding his paintbrush up to the sky He holds his middle finger eloquently Brides, sons and daughter trail in the wake of his vast history His red hair worshipped by many a muse Stonehenge conquered! Italy, Spain, England The Union Jack and the flag of India Are hung across the road from his studio Inside the languor is deafening His paintings fill each wall And the well-ordered bookshelf with everything from Raphael to Courbet To David Hockney, the flights of Icarus The symbolist's (Botticelli uncovering the pagan Roman archetypes in the 15th Century) To fantasy art.

Red Rhythms 4

My daughter Sophie maya Bounces on the trampoline She entertains her imagination In the garden with Danny Yesterday we punted to Grantchester where I drank A ruby red Adnams ale Her brunette hair shines in the light The river looks like a Monet I reason with her She yearns to understand me Her beating heart says thank you dad for this trip

Red rhythms 5

I am krshna And you are radhaya Strange delights On the path to the moon Ecstasy of tomorrow Tempered with the red fountain Silvery clear dew

Red rhythms 6

Walking the mountains of Las Cuevas In Andalucia We picnic amongst the ants and wasps Tread the Ancient tribal paths Make our way up to Comares Drink red calemuchos amid the fiesta Climb up to the Castle Mount See the night scene across the hills Simultaneous orgasm in the high up bed Grapes hang on the veranda I love you so When will my inner guru See all that you have done for me.

Red rhythms 7

Scorpio rides the night like a paper groove soft eloquent chimneys arise to the flowering damp genius of my damp armpits Giraffes of the night And zebras of the day Correspond meet up at the river Ganga Devi holds a cup benevolently She hides her crimson pony in the cupboard of surrendering mercy1 Willow some paint clangs the easel Lucy, Fiona, stir the broth Of infinite heaven Hashish trance.... The light of the muse.... Inward spirits.... My love for you is like a red red rose Eternity effervescent grows A painted toenail reflects an olive Granted here we may be forgiven For the fact that dust settles on razor wire Far off Stigmatic branded demons fall from The slender white woman Her hair bristles upwards into a mohecan Her panties in her bag Tights and skirt Spanish style And her cardigan wrapped around her bosom Her flesh red from early summer Her skin light from dreaming My self-portrait All the liquid hot yoni's Alive with reverence for Shiva! Big love! Lucy, Gv, Nicola, Anna xxxx Fiona, Sophie Sophie Washbourne Felipe, mikey Charna and Ben wes and Aurelie

Fiona

Her hair is naked
for me one body
I lay, inside her sweet yoni
inside her sweet soul
I am enraptured
for the delights enjoyed
in this timespan have opened me
We smell of good cooking
nothing is forced, but limber
sucked with the great mouth
of a world goddess
we made the best love
on the planet that night
her extended massive orgasm
moaned on for minutes
as I continued thrusting
as the fires burned in the London riots
My goddess lies sleeping
as I make a tantric mandala
Contained within my Universal soul-body
the symbols of my art.
Ever graceful as deer
we have not yet emerged
from the early throes of love

The Silence of the Sun

Mystic colours shine forth
from your eyes
The night bleeds
Sweet silver rapture
Wombles on fire!
Holy laugh interupted
by the agape beauty
of the morning dew
The Sun makes it go round
Beaming fire travelling
millions of miles a second
He opens up a ray of dynamite in the film
but he, the other, is baffled
Temptation dreams rock the hermit
He must join the court and save his lady
A dentist runs screaming
into the rolling fields of flowers
after a Jack Russell bites his hand
Dark lady swims through
the swirling night
Memories of her father
in the 1960's
African squirrels are
knocking Robin Hood from
his treetop post
Cupid shoots his arrows every which way
She fell for me in the Spring
O my God
my inner shaman sees artballs
and the etenal isness of the plants
is generating new life all the time
I am constantly ever-present
swimming in the permanent orgasm of Reality
We are truly
indivisible light
Scattering love and kindness
with our very being
Don't forget the surreal perfume of words
as they fly unseen into our shared consciousness
Christ St John of the Cross
morphs into the illusion of Icarus
flying into the brilliantine Sun
arms spread,
moustache tilted towards the moon
The vision hazes out
Aphrodite lays in the Universe
King Arthur devours her moist vaj
She tastes like a warm peach
Juice runs down his beard...
mind melting moments when we
live in divinity
Those sacred hills are calling
I must return now
to the silence of the Sun

Such nights

Such nights
where we have gotten unto the truth
The mystic divine
utmost tranquil truth and being
with each season
my pen has uttered
dharmas of it's own love
with ink and paint
shall your memory live on
as you pass into the future
of earth's ancient tale
though we still live long
on the surface of freedom
we surf a wave
of good feelings
towards that all engulfing
unending present moment achievement
when all falls together
and love is
the natural state
of us

A bun dance

The 4 armed Shiva
He smears Rapheal with liquid cherries
Crazy Athena on acid
with wine gums
Artichokes and butter fried
in the pan of the Universe
Spicy rocket in the nub
of a toe
Toaist rebels catapult
saucepans at the wall
which land with a soft thud
and turn into translucent geckos
Memories of icicles
there was always a cat somewhere...
Leopards falling...
photo falling...
mystic seeds on ancient hands
seeking only their handsome rewards
Plentiful centre
noble harmony everywhere...

Emmental Gouda

Fastidious diamonds reach
vigour in the sand
Eloquent semi to teach
from mouth to hand
Laugh in my quarters then see
the vivid awake being
The love in each cup of tea
In dreams and computers,
striking light beams,
Under the cover your bum
glows smooth pink
The sound of the tabla drum
Deep in the mists of paintings we think
Make love in the Sun
Mercury protecting
the graceful yellow muse