body

black eared gentleman
with a fistful of bright red.
why so serious?

my phloem is bright red.
it carries sunlight for me.
autotrophic food.

the old man stoops low.
picks up his creative mind.
time walks over him.

you suck in the air.
i hear the drawing breath
it’s taken with care.

this life you’ve been living.
the journeys you’ve taken
the fate you’ve been given.

you’re skin soft as cream.
the topography of years
written on your face like a dream.

the twang of the sinew.
the vibration of consciousness
the song that’s within you.

the world we’ve been looking for.
through the thorns and bushes
looking behind closed doors.

my friend and my lover.
you’ve come to me for cover
and i’ll hold onto you forever.

watching horizon.
time spinning kaleidoscope.
space time of colors.

i learnt my lesson
from rapping of my knuckles.
violent answer.