The toughest part
of soft velvet nights
when stars multiply
the senses?
The awe burgeons
chest feels as if
it will explode and
cry forever in spicy joy
Can taste buds ever forgive
sweet yearning curls?
as one more baby arrives?
yet another fragile blossom unfurls?
Courageous love rears
and stands confident amongst the stars
Fuzzy-wuzzy
Was a peach
A tasty peach was he
Rich and ripe
And full of
Luscious juice
May your day
Be absolutely juicy!
Let it drip down your chin!
Mmm……………
Putting it right, lined up
organized, categorized
systemized according to
some arbitrary rightness
flavor of the moment
• • •
Making it right, aligned
de-sensitized, stabilized
aggrandized according to
crowd norms individually
translated in bones for now
• • •
Then, hummingbird wings by
hovering and looking
blows the whole control illusion
in the flapping of tiny iridescent wing