elements

Poema est viva

footsteps

Every day has been a quest

searching

through the great hill of

complex passages and naked scenery

at this place where we built a castle

a safe-house, and a fortress for our passion and mutual adorations

and it’s in the rock-faced cottage near the beach

where I find your smile sitting on a bed of vanilla jasmines

in the middle of that secret hearth

near to your warm rapture filled heart

I’ve tried reaching through the window just to touch

the repressed unconditional love and the blissful times

when your desires murmured songs in the night

and rained sugared juices on my skin

It’s all rolled up now into a thick candle that’s lit

and lodged deep in the interior

And I go on learning to be blessed with what we have built

in a short space in this beautiful place

learning to contend to be pleased with the distant heat

And I go on contented to count my footsteps instead of the days.

Calypsogirl

Today
saw her
stretched
still seeming wet
her steaming joy releasing her skirt
from her thighs
her eyes releasing plight from purple earth

Today
wants to
touch the invisible garden floating
about her sweet brown skin
wants to
wash her veiled enticing rear with sunlight
wants to
kiss the sky onto
her smooth cheeks
her savvy forehead
her adroit shoulders
her succulent arroyos
her peaks and valleys

Today
lips become acrylic
and ache
for a brush
and wait
for her dance
and shake
with her music

ride

to ride

to roll

inside this place

to mark its hide with your black tracks

to blend muscle with machine

man with speed

to bend expedience with the need for motion

to ride wet

in sunshine wet

in rain

through puddles of emotions

to ride

to slide into destinations

hot blood gushing through a Junkanoo heart

sweat dripping through your open pores washing

your tight skin and perched on your eyebrows like a baby high-tide

to ride 

free

no space but for your iron board butt

free

full of books and pens and papers and words and ideas and poems

to ride

without issues of the day

without speedometers odometers and oil meters and thermometers 

and bitter gas station pumpers and seat belt laws

to ride

to put on breaks

and

breathe