Human Groove

human groove all the rush to see the results, all the goosebumps and the cooing breath the ruffled sheets in a muted mornings light, an open window out to all the world’s rites the tide flows outward in its wake, the trouble starts where the ocean bends all hear the sound an inner call to save face, a raconteur’s jesting a scramble to find place electric, cabled to the gills, ecstatic glitch reverb in the gut a cool evenings breeze, enhances every move, my hand on your shoulder the globe in human groove