Being kinetic helps me feel integrity.    Moving my spine.     Taking a seat firmly in a pose.    Holding it and moving it in space and time.     Perhaps shamanically.    Or maniacally.     I like it.    It pleases me.    It restores something in me.

And music.    My hands and fingers are thumping the breasts of a fine lover.    Drawing out her milk.

These things bring a firmness of integrity.    Integument.   Integrated.    Asana.    Seated.     Firmly.

I long for this feeling.    This sensation.    I long for it.    As polished rocks in the rain.

Sit up and look.    Or pull.    Pull in threads of attention.     Into my skull.    Behind my skull.

A comet’s coma as she nears the sun.

from an image search "Bamboo"

from an image search "Bamboo"

from an image search "Bamboo"