Morning Jog, Day's Prolog

Morning Jog, Day's Prolog
12 June 2014

Leap, run, run
Is my cadence
In the morning sun
Near my residence.
The sun on my skin
Feels warm and good.
A touch of silken
Breeze cools the neighborhood.
I wave at the neighbor
I see as I run past.
It adds to the caliber
Of my day's forecast.

Touch As Such

Touch As Such
23 May 2014

Your hand on my knee
Generates the calm
Of skin on skin.
The sensation pleases me,
To feel the palm
Of another human.
Let me soak in our alchemy
And focus on the balm
Of the touch vitamin.

Unescorted Sporting Assorted Cavorting

This poem about ecstatic dancing was inspired by the text of this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLzsaEwZ9tY
Is there an activity in your life that affects you deeply emotionally?


Unescorted Sporting Assorted Cavorting
15 June 2013

We have come to be danced.
Not the pretty graceful waltz,
Not the pretty pretty pranced
Please-pick-me defaults,
But to claw our way into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal hop.
The unhinged, unplugged silly
Cat is out of its box slop.
Holding the precious moment
In our palms and stomping
Our feet like we meant
No end to our romping.

We have come to be danced.
Not the jiffy booby
Out to be romanced
Shake your booty,
But to wring the sadness
From our skin skip.
Blow the chip off our shoulder badness,
Slap any apology with our zip.

We have come to be danced;
Not the monkey see, monkey do
Move like you're entranced
One, two, move like you,
But the grave robber, tomb stalking
Tearing scabs and scars raking
To rub the rhythm raw hawking
Against our souls' quaking.

We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible
Shuffle self-consciously enhanced
But the matted hair indivisible
Voodoo mama, shaman shaking‚
Ancient bones aleaping
Stripped casings forsaking,
To find our wings sweeping,
Sharpen our claws, loosen the tongue,
Shed dead useless cells of example
And slip into the ever young
Luminous skin of love trample.

We have come to be rocked
Not the hold our breath
Or splash in the shallows deadlocked,
But the ending of shibboleth,
By the trinity of physical body,
Hot breath and rhymthic beat.
Shouting hallelujah to embody
Rejoicing head to feet.
Please, mother may I?
Yes, you may take 10 giant hops.
The ollie ollie oxen free,
Everyone can come to our heavenly lollypops.

We have come to be bounced
Where the kingdoms meet head-on
In the cathedral of flesh announced
To burn back into the light dead-on.
To unravel, to play,
To take wing, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary enhanced,
We have come to be danced.

Description Depiction

Description Depiction
4 June 2013

Not some banditry
Nor a tedious litany,
But a bit of poetry
That's all about me.
Since high school
I've worn glasses.
My face isn't a tool
To please the masses.
I have a toothy grin
And a ponytail.
Although I'm thin,
I'm not that frail.
My skin is pale;
My veins are blue.
That's the tale
I'm sticking to.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
A far inferior exterior
Doesn't show off the lover
With a superior interior.
My written verbosity
Presents at times
My innate curiosity
And a love of rhymes.
I may look like a Nazarene
With interactions that are gracious
And come across all serene,
But my pursuit of goals is tenacious.
Other characteristics
Like competitive and organized
Are among my statistics.
A sense of humor is prized.
A chance to be creative
And play card games
Makes me appreciative
And furthers my aims.

Afternoon Swoon

Afternoon Swoon
14 August 2010

After stepping out of the shower to recover,
I languidly stretch out across the bedcover.
A gentle breeze billows the sheers
As its fingers tickle my hair and ears,
And caresses my full-body bare skin.
I stretch straightening limbs again,
Then like a pet curl to the acquisition
Of a comfortable sleeping position.
Giving in completely to unwinding
And the afternoon's touch of cool,
I begin to breathe deeply, not minding
My mouth wide open and start to drool.

Examination Determination

Examination Determination
7 June 2012

Like most days begin
I stand, stretch and test
My body and naked skin
To see what feels best.
My hands touch around
Evoking tactile sensation
Slowly going up and down
My skin in each iteration.
My motions have stops and starts,
Lingering on the delicate parts.

Thru the window sunlight
Adds to my skin's perception.
It feels so good and right,
I give it a welcome reception.
The grinning smile on my face
Says I'm glad to be alive,
Enjoying the world's embrace,
And learning how to thrive.
I'm sure you'll list
Me as a sensualist.