Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Seven (III) : Facility

Our trek through Gaia's labyrinth with covered eyes,
seven to lighten, afford succour, serve as allies.

Clair de Lune segues into Metallica then Holliday,
butterfly scales, raucous warbles happiness convey.

Cuban son, salsa, merengue and bachata beats,
lithe, sensual bodies, shimmying shoulders and twirling feet.

Letters appear on a page, on a screen or in thought,
revealing depths, forming pictures in a melting pot.

Shared conversation, mugs of steaming coffee,
board games and like company, friends jubilee.

Quiet respite on humid afternoons, cool night charms,
resting secure, wrapped in loved one's arms.

Tumbles of fur bounding up, scaling down,
puffs of orange mews and a tabby-striped clown.

A protruding bump, a part of me yet not quite,
I pat, she kicks in reply and a flame in me ignites.

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