Category: Poetry

Too long I have used up my best energy
Maintaining the status quo
Instead of letting my creativity breathe
 
How many times
Have the conception of powerful songs
Been subverted by
A room in disarray, or a strict adherence to –
Something lame
 
Why is my stillness
A signal that I am available
It is my own fault
I trained them to respect some boundaries
And they do
 
One must not tread upon a time of
Prayer or Meditation
One must not tread upon a good song
Until it is over
 
I must add one more Thou Shalt
Thou shalt not only protect
a song’s fade-out
Thou shalt also protect a song
Yet to be born
 
My new spell is not unlike
the protective words
I wrote on the door to the room
Where my last child was born
 
This is a sacred space
I am giving my all to
create a masterpiece
 
I cannot control when this process will end
But until then,
If you must
Enter with hushed voices
And supportive language
While I focus
 
Focus
 
Focus
 
Breathe
 
Begin

A playground
My babe’s first jungle gym
Inside
Outside
Curled tippy toes climb my belly
And jump, oooph
Suckle my tit and pick at my moles
Bite and smile when I startle
My milk dripping down his cheek
To his ear

To my waistband

A playground
I share with my lover
Chasing, sliding, climbing
Inside and outside
Curled toes and tracing my curves
My belly, my breasts
My luscious ass
Bite and smile when I startle
My lips tease his gooseflesh
His ear
His lips
His hands
Move

To my waistband

A playground
Dizzy, I dance
Bass vibrates my bones to my soul
I suckle on savory and drink the sweet
Trained fingers pluck melody from string and sinews
I make my own music
I recognize myself in the mirror
And in the melody
 
This body
My body
My playground