Friday, February 10, 2006

Rhythms of the Universe
If you could hear me from such a distance
your hips would be slaves to my drum
pale pads pressed, puncturing your pendulum
just enough not to break the skin
to control the rhythm with in
to shine through the glare of your diamonds hidden.
A spoken word amplifies my soul
the rhythm in my hands-
is the rhythm in your bones
like the universal force that acquainted us
a psychadelic whim at a raging rave
your energy breathing fate between my teeth
I inhaled you
centered my peace.


///MR YORK\\\ said...

Good stuff going on here.

Anonymous said...

This is a freakishly hot poem... write one about me.