for you who paints my sky

this was Feb. 24 2010i am still regular like the moon, just faster.this month i started flowing with the new moon

maybe my body will slow to that rhythm for a while, now i know there is no rush.

for you who paints my sky

all is clear this morning as i step outside in the morning light. somehow the dust settled, ash did not arrive here yet, the haze has lifted. and suddenly with great big sweeps, your arms your body, your hand it's gentle touch. great pink puffy clouds.

it takes a few red drops in white, the blood is mine and you my prince in white.