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
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