Keep the Calm

Give me a rhythm

miss lovely,

to sing you along

into pleasure fires that

glow and burn in

the bottom of the belly,

tease out moans

new spontaneous,

combustive,

harmonies,

bursting forth

from long ago

dusty lungs.

Get me a beat

mister,

a bass line that

thumps my spine

back and forth

just right,

and the drums

that pound my

sweet head

into space.

I was death’s

time keeper,

sitting in the eye

of the hurricane,

breathing,

deep,

and slow,

to keep the calm.