With breath I inhale the vibration of love
and thusly take its power to be it.

I shall let my own rhythm of heart
be the song I hear and hum all day
to dance free.

Today is a new baby day,
for me a creator to fill
and I will fill it with love,
compassion and dreams.

Jumble tumble
phase of words.
It comes out,
to sound absurd.

Flutter, Clutter
they do fall.
Inside thoughts
as I do stall.

Staller, Hauller
I must write.
Inside trust
I’ll be just right.

Plunker, Blonker
I will play.
Inside silly
in this day.

Wrinka, Wrooa
poem I do
Inside smile
I send to you.

A drift in currents of sky
moving with sigh
I am love bird
inside grove third eye.

A dancing in time style    
moving oh divine
I am so free
inside a rhyme.

A singing in mind of
moving with power
I am a gift
inside this hour.

A drift a drift in breath
moving with love to send
I am a love bird.
You are my friend.

I sit with dream percolating within.
Dreams... care to tango with me?
"Perhaps a bit later
mind echoes."
I will keep the music on standby then,
and hum a few bars.
Just incase angels want to dance.

One poet collaborates with another,
as words become like *****.
They fight in mind trying to anchor on page.
They move swimming gracefully
tweaked by both writers
whose gender...doesn't matter.

End product, a poem they call their baby.
An infant ditty for all to come and look at
with the possible reply of their love.

The
Covers,

I feel safe.
Outer world
can't pierce iron fabric.
Pillow acts as
cloud to drift away.
Wind echoes in scene
inside grace.
A dreamscape reality
I enter, free at last.

She at yonder mirror stands,
naked in her own arena.
Her image basking in her
self praise and beauty.
Hair reaching floor
******* soft
Jungle tepid hot.

She at yonder mirror stands
Moving in slow dance.
Fantasizing
  of being a pole dancer,
for all eyes to see.

See as mirror echoes back
you go girl.