


Wilted roses.
Bleed beautiful colors.
That need not ever be painted red.
Wilted roses.
Bleed beautiful colors.
That need not ever be painted red.
Undeveloped film
Earth kneading beneath my fingers.
Time lingers.
Memory framing picture in mind.
If only for a moment in time.
Kneeling to pray with hands planted against the earth.
…
Deep breath in without second thought.
Exhale the insanity that the world has taught… us all.
Roots pushing into the soil.
Tenderizing the turmoil.
Grounding the earth threading ever so deep.
…
Air fresh and clean, photograph undeveloped and yet to be seen.
Hand and hand, we share a moment of time.
Alone in nature, where the mountain once met the sea.
Roots planted; we sit against earth’s wisest tree.
The universe gazes at our bodies… displayed naked before the world.
…
Breeze brushing past our hair, yet we do not care.
Let the universe stare…
Water spraying her mist into the breeze.
You give my hips a squeeze… SCREAMS of a thousand bees, pollinating the plants and
trees.
Birds, bees, your hips, and my knees.
…
Evolution upon your kiss, whispering upon the winds of change and chance.Lost in gravitation
pull and trance.
Sweet romance.
Rock beneath my feet, back against the tree. Life flowing between you and me and the
dead sea…
The siren of time has taken my soul to where there is no turning back.
Single tree of shelter, overhanging a cliff of uncertainty. Yet here with you beside
me… I remain steady as the sea, tree, and the rock.
…
Fire of the sun shining from the sky.
Hourglass of time forever passes by.
Memory has come to fog the mind as eyes begin to tire.
Arm in arm we watch the setting flames of the bright ball of fire.
Mountains carving out a safe space where I can be held in the warmth of your embrace.
–
Soren Johnsen
Bee Love
You make my soul
warm and tingly,
when you pose for my camera.
Sky bird
Air beneath wings
sets her
free as the wind.