I can feel
the upbeat melodies
resurrecting my synchronized feet
slick beats
pulsing spins
wheeling bars
fire sparking eyes filled
with intense bold hues
funky eyelids somersaulting
in timeless centuries
a swinging sensation
harmonizing with various nations
a rolling wave of flaming sounds
electrifying the air
dizzy landscapes lost
in the booming jam
drunken brains
deep chemistry cheeks
smoking hips fading
in mainstream dimensions
underground hypnotics
compound high blazes
complex equations
seeping physics sinking in a
lifetime of intensifying boundaries
assembling sheets flowing
in a sea of glorified grooves
a lyrical volcano erupting
into brilliant scenery
dancing diction
crystal consonants
basked in perfection
marching metaphors
lucid tambourines
drumbeating trombones
swaying saxophones
all gleaming between
the sun and Saturn
the shimmering stars and serene moon

I shall stand adjacent to the moon
Breathe in its constellation of beats
A soft syllable spinning between
Science and astrology
A high rise of bass lines
Igniting my inner soul
I shall live in its language
Of truth and reality
Embrace its illumination of dreams

Dainty hours
spent with her petal soft smile
lush exchanges
how her mouth makes words warm
delicate  moments
when our eyes held each other
little desolate
when hands separated
and time disconnected us
as it blindly does
without so much as an apology

This woman I know
quite the old hippie
gave me this lovely gift

A softened silk and denim dress
Folded loosely
just handed to me, unwrapped
(We felt the same about the waste of paper)
“This is for you.”
Opening it, I saw its gentle gathers from the shoulders
almost elegant, its drape
and the rough
but soft and dark of it
Real indigo dye
with silk laces from bust to waist

...then the tiny stitching...
NO!
Not by machine!
Knew the labor was – intensive
Every edge
was finished, sewn
by her caring hand!

"Oh, lady of my dream

whom I do not know
I THANK YOU!
From my soul"
I would have made this in another life –
time
of hope and longing

And then I saw that seam!
along the side
that wasn't... really...
just those thicker threads
a silk macrame
of knotted net
so –  bold
to hold that one inch open
to hint at nothing –
and everything –
in between

“Oh hell! Oh ****!
Does it come with an occasion??!!”
She smiled
somewhere between shy and sly