I Knelt Down

I knelt down

in reverence

to the river,

tender kisses

on the curves

of her

ebbs and flows.

It was heartbreaking though,

to watch

bodies and spirits,

beat out

our own traumas

on each other’s bones,

patterns repeating

their virus glitches,

malicious verbage

and cruel bloodied marks,

profane hypocrites

reciting sacred odes

yet spitting sadistic

eulogies during

birthing rites.

Gasp.

Panic.

Couldn’t bare the sight of it,

no honey, Im sorry but Ive just already

wept so much today.

Mmm breath,

slow down now,

hush the rough,

halt the constant

proving of fancy fucking,

predictable games and

classes in cool

with their

tight-assed smiles,

sad-eyed

stupid smoker habits,

nodding heads at all the right shoes

and accessories,

laughing at bad jokes

that no one in the room even understands.

Instead my dear,

explore the sensuality

of each space

between single notes

in cut times

and quickened heartbeats,

pulses throbbing in sync,

soaking pussies,

erect nipples,

quick sighs,

sarcastic rhymes,

Kama Sutra salutations,

in graveyards,

over mountaintops,

between soft thighs,

lips supple and

waiting,

give rest

and sanctuary from the

world’s harsh turnings,

violent lashings out

of power

lust media

rapes,

wrath iron

goblets,

suckled pigs

of state and gold.

Enough.

They cease to rule

once you choose

to be free

of that drenched

machine

dripping poisoned

shaped nails,

greed faking happy,

lust faking love,

and oh how power means

fucking nothing but

a bad tagline wrapped in tinsel.

So I lifted up my

third eye high

and slept low

and in

heavy

pleasure

with the moon

moaning ecstasy

into the night,

then snuggled down deep

into the ocean,

re-learning to breathe.