#morningcoffeesessions Two Poems

heat

heat is a constant melody

blaring from the radios

planted like seeds in

the gardens of my body

the music is always on

pushing lyrics in sweat beads

out of the skin on my temples

blasting beats of pleasure

in my vulva furnace where

it transforms into waterfalls

heat is a spell – magic

in its ability to move like

plumey smoke to tousle

my veins like half-alive

leaves clinging to

the mother tree

heat is a dictionary

spurting letters and sounds

volcanic communication

rumbling in the Vesuvius

of my spinal cord

heat howls

heat hides

heat vultures

heat slides

dramatic     of course

flamboyant    yes

righteous rambunctious religious

in its plight to convert me

I am baptized in The River Perspiration

intoxicated by the salty streams of

liquid hot pointing like arrows

on the battered road signs of

life’s trembling adventures

all the important things

involve heat

feather | feathers

one feather with a broken rachis or

two feathers leaninginto each other

one core aimed in a new direction or

two foundations reaching for connection

one splayed body bend

ing

into shadow or

two bodies crooked opening

toward the light

one image of blissful blue strokes

e x p a n d i n g over open white

choosing to see two featherstouching

knowing the way love

can blend into singularity

understanding that way love

can C

R

A

C

K

a centre

the honey stickiness of

enduring love that grounds

separate roots

one or two

together and apart

broken then blended

the sacred dance of commitment

as fickle as feathers in waiting

as phenomenal as the wind

that whips them into ecstasy

Tomorrow is the hubby and I’s seventeenth wedding anniversary. Oh, sweet love. Thank you! In total, our love has been alive for 23 years. That’s nearly half my life. Love is grand and true. Thank you, babe.

Keep loving.