TruthTramp

she is

my sunrise and sunset

i wake

i shatter

i scatter

like roaches under a high hot lamp

on a LA night

i swim

like a jellyfish in flight

just to make it rhyme

i slide my hand along

my inner thigh

across the suspense

of hip

to naval

ribs

to breast

and to

what would be

erect

upon that

after

along neck

fingertips

linger on

lips

and then

curve

palm

to palm

i feel her breathe

stall

in my chest

through clenched teeth

expanding

writhing limbs

clinging sheets

my body

in this liquid intensity

dreams

of

energy

penetrating

rhythm

like sweaty heart beats

or the longing

steady

pine trees

growing

together but lonely

in the shady

mountains

roots entangled

shifting sleepily

under blankets of faith

and twinkling aches

for avalanches of

movement

wake

the resistance

grinding

across the plains

speed it up

where once was

great matriarchs

white buffalo

roaming

remembering

and forgetting

flesh

or consciousness

a bargain

for self or soul

or being

here

being

matter

being

more

or

less

just to move forward

fingers tips

linger in

reverence

dance

across

too soft skin

that

begs to be pressed

spread

begs

begs to be torn

with just

the right pressure

to move

keep moving

forward