lying listening to the insomniac’s singing their song
lavishing the ravishing & people I love as I stand
sighing, watching the hummingbird flying,
surmising all these stories & glories submerged then
singing, whistling & swirling my skirt so that it’s
swishing, spreading my arms as I sink into sand.
swimming, stroking the sea & the seaweed scattered o’er it
sucking the salt from my thumbs.
stripping, flinging the clothes from my skin,
smothering the clowns in my life, then
stirring the emotions so like potions that nestled with the best
on that snow-white foaméd crest, come galloping forwards to destroy
prisms sparkling like rhythms hanging from ceilings
creaking in the wind whirling in the wood.
squinting, opening & closing,
kissing soft smooth silken brown skin,
smiling, sleeping doves cooing by my side,
sunlight sparkling within.