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The Ego and The Sky

Fall tosses summer’s heavy breath,
With a cantaloupe syrup,
That blankets your tongue
Its sweet chill tightens your throat
And tosses your head back,
So flare your nostrils into the wind
Let your corneas catch those pinpricks of life
That escapes the Universal coal.
Life begins at the soles of your feet
And sings in the swing of your hips
Extend…
Extend,
Extend!
And your soul remains in your shoes
Under the weight of your terminal calendar.

Wear bells and anklets and clack castanets
Roll and whirl, grind and swirl
Be tawny vellum taunting
Be sweaty and sweet wanting
Needing validations from fingers dancing
Over goose flesh, hair and underwear.
Be exhausted and spent
Draped across your lover
And when you step on to the porch
Jupiter will wink
Reach…
Reach,
Reach!
And you’ll never poke Saturn
And set its rings spinning like dinner plates.

We are atoms of God
Made to be mulch
And made to be sung
Dancing our dances
In fanciful unison.

Comments

  1. SandyCarlsonOctober 22, 2010 at 7:26 PM

    Sure do love that final stanza because it is the end punctuation that insists on all that goes before it. Beautiful poem.

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  2. Haven FairfieldOctober 23, 2010 at 2:16 PM

    Thank you Sandy. You're my only commenter. It is getting kind of hard to keep posting. I'm telling myself, "One More Year".

    ReplyDelete

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