A wild poem about the fire in our bellies we sometimes can wake up with, when we step out of our dreams in the morning! Also a poem about possibility.
Stepping lightly lithe in passion’s flash
Upon a pressing punchy porous crash!
Jiggle over, twirl and madly croon
Beneath a barmy summer solstice moon
Return and fill the cup with bawdy chance
And shake the toes and pit the wind to dance
The crack of jumping jacks upon the ground
And let the music whirl the girl around!
Let smile break through to laughter all ablaze
Let touch and kiss, and rub against the daze
and closer to the breathing and the taste
And fall to sand and wander finger-haste
To enter, push, withdraw, then let us roar
And drink a toast and greet the open door
Then as the sun clear rises on the morn
Go tripping in the waves to touch the dawn!