Thursday, March 29, 2018

Ode to woman

And this, I want you to

you, dark creature are one
who bleeds with the moon
a cosmic creation borne from
the rib of man

and you are magnificent

with your rolling thighs
and hips that move
like the ocean
a mouth that speaks too
shameless but tender

wanton and generous
a divine fruit, no less

yearning, full of want
a love they would die for

Friday, March 23, 2018

When it hasn't rained

It hasn't rained for months
and what little rain we've had
has evaporated with the wind

crisp, yellow and brown leaves
scatter the ground
parched from the sun

it's hot
everyone's dry and bothered
all is covered in dust
my eyes hurt

we need the rain
I need to flush the dirt from
my soul