TRAVEL TIME TRAVELS
Threw awl those leathered ears,
listening now,
shoe shoe lace me a pair
of travelling Blue Birds.
Open rite now to her lit fuse
that was the path we forged, time
fused, time forlorn as time freedom flows.
Ewe mite call IT a promise, that starting out
In A Moon Lit Sicilian Feeling, That Seated Track
then closed, now moved on opening wider to fresher travel,
teen pastures, adult essence of well blazed trunks,
Beings no longer Set Down Staid Inn Real Estates
our bodies amongst This Moment, not taking place
Without Us. Citrus skin pungent juice acidic thorns
orchards hardly proof that Life Was Well Planted,
watered wildly her sunlit slices, pleased,
squeezed, another over proof was Her Warm Island,
inert, humming tidal inner tunes,
rise rise presently here hear as bubbles
snap, crackle, pop making out for midnight gins
owls gather, hoot less still who time can tell?
tempt me a compact silence as I lie down,
go down the well weathered route, well
well sup drink up inn the self same body where
Her Vast Tracks Led.
Our co joined sleep continues, bodes well
twined tagged bodies sublime in this day tonight
as clouds come floating
cumulus a melted breath shared for
two morrow, her lemon scent sends me a
gain to writhe, thorns to run in An
Other country, but smelling wholly inn all
ways of Their Leathered Shoe Less
Self.
From: cpps Poems 1969-2019
Publisher: Saint Francis of A
