Pulses of rhythm
my spine Continue reading “Heartbeat”
I would paint this life
Multicolored angst, delight
A dance with love’s cry Continue reading “Raising Men (A Series)”
Rain collects and sits in silence. Absence.
Belly rumbles and remembers. Embers.
Thighs collapse and then collide. Surprise.
Thoughts run free and compress, compact. Intact.
Keep cool. Submit to time. Sublime.
My muscles clench and contract
My soul whines and wails
With and without you
My heart cries and calls
Out your name Continue reading “Deep and Down”
in the rich soot
of my arched foot
Point, flex the muscles
of my soul are strong
and sacred and succulent and
but always struck by seduction
and the sensuality of perpetual motion
of the mind
Continue reading “Art Gave, and Art Hath Taken Away”
Every day I walk out of my house, I lie. I strut as though my clothes are made of silks. My hips switch and sway and slap my silken svelte silhouette. Swoosh. Continue reading “I Lie”
If ever I’ve been grateful, let it be
The times you’ve waited patiently and still,
The moments when I’ve made you proud of me;
I know through all of this you’ve had your fill. Continue reading “TO THE TEACHER OF LIFE”