whirling wind whistling
waves of anger cooking
wrath in the mouth
of a cyclone
i kiss her
on the nose eyes cheeks
lips mouth pale fingers
toes knees elbows knuckles
every where before the tempest
in a frenzy...
her anger jealousy stubburness
i kiss
her patience kindness openness
every where before the tempest
in a trans....
her voice climbs on my
hardened skin migrating
to the ossicles
spreading in the neurons
of my longing temporal lobes
notes chords and tunes
of endless divine music
trees are white and
the dews green
we are shivering
under
the red blanket
Categories:
ossicles, love,
Form: I do not know?
There is no music like this music
Neither banjo nor drum
Neither organ nor horn
Neither keyboard nor fife can hum
Like the breeze blowing
The bambos
Shaking the long poicianna pods
Bones and mementos
Of dry ossicles living again
And I stood in the whip of rain
Just to hear, and feel
My body shiver as if to dance
The knowledge of an old romance
Categories:
ossicles, political,
Form: Free verse