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.

Evening Rain

I hungered for the rain,

come wash over me,

and aint it funny….

life and her clouds,

his hands,

the sky so beautiful

it made me shake with joy.

At this moment,

I decided to

let the calm n warmth n

peace float in

through open windows,

down walls,

seeping through the

cracks in broken hearts

and mirrors,

found round

my room,

when the sun shone

with pleasure,

in vibrating reflection,

wanting for company,

in the intriguing early hours,

when I was awake now

more and again,

and the world cuddled up

on me different,

kinda fuzzy and

lil bit cozy,

in the dawn,

with cups of

dark roast

and the sparkling

twinkles of sounds

that lifted me up,

cardinal sighs in the twisted

trees that talked

with me,

in hope and hushed tones.

Thanks you kindly,

for hanging round,

even without words,

just stutters,

liquors,

fresh delights,

blushes in the dark,

scribblings on soft pages,

tantric visions,

leaving us holier than

we came,

with perhaps

a few bruises

along the way,

but oh,

the road was lovely

even in the evening.