an urn with skin of infinite suns

I am a swollen beast
bowing
at your feet.

you came to me
a crouching fox

licking my shadow
with a forest tongue,

a lithe stream
through my craggy wood

flooding
each bone-yard inlet

with the teeth and claws
of a pining god,

and the souls
of your final meal.

I am ocean
beneath your honeyed fur

a diamond skin
snaking round

my ballooning innards
curling your spine

to mine.

Kristin Reynolds 10 31 2009

  • Lisa  Jewell

    Lisa Jewell

    Wonderful woodlands spiritual feel to this beautiful poem,
    So many lovely lines to pick from, including the title…you’ve weaved a mystical absorption. xxx

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you, Lisa!
    xo

  • Jane17

    Jane17

    Kristen, you are a great writer..

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Why thank you, Jane. :)

  • erich biemer

    erich biemer

    i’m left wondering if you’re sprite or nymph but probably some of both…

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Yes…a bit of both on my mother’s side, but the ears give me away for the rest…elf.
    xo :)

  • Christie  Moses

    Christie Moses

    oh this is so delicous…it must be that frikin Chevy that has my motor running this morning but I find this hot and smoking in such a magical way. Yum :) xx

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    damn lady…! lol
    yes, it is meant to be magically smokin…ha! exactly. lol
    cheers to you and your damn chevy…I’ll slide my old ass off the town and country hood and crawl back into the woods to smoke in peace. lollolol

  • cosimopiro

    cosimopiro

    I see python having a feed…...sneaky little blighter. Beautiful images and descriptions….xx

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    thank you, man!

  • Trenchtownrock

    Trenchtownrock

    How often should I tell you to stay out of the damn woods…that forest tongue will get you all the time.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    :) it seems I need constant reminders. thank you for them. :)
    xo

  • ArcadiaTempest

    ArcadiaTempest

    You are more than you realized me thinks….a full bodied description of the potential of a fully functional in the now soul…. It is a worthy quest…throw me a rope and I will join you…XXX

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    right on, KS. here comes the rope…
    CATCH!
    xoxox

  • Shoaib .

    Shoaib .

    all that and a bag of chips :)

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    don’t forget the beer. oh…and the large meat cake…one must never go far without beer and large meat cakes.
    xoxo lol

  • Mark Ramstead

    Mark Ramstead

    You are a cornocopia of all that is interesting and lasting. With you, I shall not fast…

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    man, I live for your comments, thank you! xoxo

  • JRGarland

    JRGarland

    May the beauty of your heart forever shine.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    awww, and yours as well, fellow journeyman. xoxox love you, dear one.

  • Assef Al-Jundi

    Assef Al-Jundi

    I think this one hell of a love poem!

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you! you saw it. :) I am very glad.
    xo

  • Blanchot

    Blanchot

    You are infinitely beautiful and infinitely talented. The tattoo is all about you, you know? You make me ache, infinitely! You are, thus I am better. Love you, girl, Me

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    yeah…i know. I may as well just twist into the symbol and circle instead of walking. but…than I’d have people always asking me (you know, those bleeting folks) “Hey…what’s the eight mean?”
    then…I’d have to kick their asses and defeat the whole point of my eight in the first damn place.
    people!
    but seriously, thank you, dear man. xoxo
    love you, too, eightly. hardy har har. :)

  • hollypaino

    hollypaino

    OH yeah.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    right on. xo :)

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