Letter to A Love (2)

I want to wake up early with you - before the sun rises, roll out of bed, and not even get dressed.

Grab something toasty-hot and fragrantly-steamy to drink. Jump in the car for a cruise up the green mountains, heavy-laden with summer hummidity. We could stop at the top and watch as the rest of the world wakes up - while we, in fuzzy slippers and jammies, at home amongst the trees... breathe life in deep while drinking sweet green tea.

Romans 8:26-27

quiet. soul
you weep
and keep me awake at night

be satisfied
with paltry offerings

this life is full of /breadcrumbs/
and stale ,waterdrops,

you must wait for the nectar
of YWH
to fall upon parched lips
with inward {groans}
and patient peace.

Drag Blues

bodies move
Tangental lines
Like bold dashing cursive
across the floor

the
d  curving over the a  and the flick of the g
on beat

pulse and rhythm
dada_doom/dada_doom
plucked bass strings
in sinking feet
that make glorious love with the floor

{{tintillating piano keys}}
~wail of trumpet
and secret ,sigh, of saxophone

crescendO^ecstasy! that travels up and through toes
wahWAAAH of trombone
with the electricity of - zing! -POW-
through to hips and core to shoulder>through>arm>to fingers *snap*
(bluespocketbeat)

keeping time *sweet*
and hips oomPAH to keep the __drag__
{oh yeah}
in the , ___ , ___
of bluesy swing

Letter to A Love

I feel slightly maniacal today... Like static electricty. I want to curl up somewhere quiet with you and let our thoughts drift. I miss being a kid. Work is silly. Living more important. Why doesn't society get that?

A Wakeless Morning

insomniac moment

he twitches funnily in his sleep

like puppy chasing 

proverbial dreams

my life is full of jealous tendencies

body mind heart

too weighed down

to let drift loose the moorings of 

reality

into sweet oblivion 

even in sleep 

my dreams are misshapen

awkward things

i love/hate this

beautiful/horrid world 

pregnant with unwanted threats/possibilities

they sit heavy on the horizon

of soul

not setting

and steal more wakeless hours 

aborting

my unslept dreams

miscarried early mornings