Tag Archives: dawn

morning

light from the cockatoo dawn

dances on my chest

maybe it has been absorbed

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The Coffee House

 

 

A spider, centred on graceful feet,

is watching me.

 

Anticipation shimmies,

poetry and bitter glee!

 

The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is

righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity.

 

The toaster is coy.

 

Fork and spoon people quiver.

 

Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard.

 

Orchids celebrate this return to sun,

this moist orchestra of green enlightenment.

 

My tongue and mind are dancing!

 

The dawn is plush with bohemian rhythm,

 

I am heavenly breath…

 

Oh my heart leaps across silver dew,

rejoicing in this cacophony,

this thumping, burlesque hymn!

 

So JOYOUS here

in my winking coffeehouse!

Flower Skin

 

Flower skin at dawn

petal thighs,

open silk and fragrant

it nests there.

 

Simply touching skin

momentary fire,

a wealth of frothy wave

it crests there.

 

Unbearable softness

something sighs,

colour in satin throat

it rests there.