#amikimworld

now I dissolve into love so deeply… becoming the garden it plants in, humbling myself to be the ground, to be love’s soil, where the seed sleeps and the light weeps, where the root creeps and the bud peeps,

now I rise so sweetly, becoming the sky that love swims in, opening myself so wide to be its heaven,

where the stars sing, and anahata dreams, where faith grows wings, and joy is king,

now I stay so faithfully, becoming the mountain it rises for, showing love so consistently, we (can be) are rock, we (can be) are shield, we (can be) are haven, we (can be) are trust manger,

so when the soul rumbles, and the doubts tumble, when the sorrows fumble, and loneliness crumbles,

now I, am fully your planet, I am fully your meditative celestial worshipper, and you…

My queer-pop duo Dragons in Gardens has just released the third single, Diamond (Sunset Rework) on Bandcamp. Stream it online here 👇🏽

Diamond (Sunset Rework) by Dragons in Gardens

the roof was a heart the heart was a bird the bird was a seed the seed was a flower the flower was a dress the dress was a flag the flag was a cloud the cloud was an eye the eye was a boat the boat was a fire the fire was a stone the stone was a tear the tear was a sword the sword was a chant the chant was a star the star was a wave the wave was a sphinx the sphinx was an arrow the arrow was a pearl the pearl was a road the road was a leaf the leaf was a tower the tower was a storm the storm was her smile, so I always got

“I”m a lot…” I’ll say.

“you ARE a lot” she’ll say…

but you’re not too much for Me…”

…that’s what she’ll say. and she’ll know I need to hear it,

just like that.

and then with a smile she’ll pull me into her bows and all chords will dissolve to resolve in her name, like a tempest, on a leaf,

like a prayer, in the seeds of a kharif,

suspended in mid-air

beneath a purple ocean,

defying all emotions of gravity…

for she, is the Maker…

yes.

for she is

her eyes were deep, black tourmaline (like peace talismans swinging in the meridian of a citadel)

and glancing briefly into mine and as we took a moment to forget our masks

we danced quietly into the afternoon’s pending grayness shaping the mute potential of two travelers desiring an

anchor

our words and scores held surface desires of flirtatious competition and “I’m worth it” stories and “I am fun, and charming, and shy and close and… am weak for this kind of strength”

and through it all like a double-slit experiment

her deep, glowing orbs continued to find moments of surrender and meet mine transforming the lines I spoke diving deeper into her obsidian stare..

her glow was ancient as her cheekbones still had dust from the first sunset simmering on the curves….

and we became a song of the submarine traversing a sunken pyramid at the nearest entrance of

Atlantis.and as any rider in any earlier submarine would do for lunch…

she was late…

and left early…

in a flurry of anti-gravity blurbs

bursting

from her

And thus:

her eyes were deep, black tourmaline like peace talismans swinging in

the meridian