JOY RIDE
think how your body moved down the avenue of fourteen
hips swaying into tomorrow and the next day
hips swaying into tomorrow and the next day
how you curl your tongue around the idea of chocolate
consumed by it even as your body consumes it
consumed by it even as your body consumes it
how your eyes connect with other eyes,
locking you into that inevitable, unforgettable dance
locking you into that inevitable, unforgettable dance
and feel how your body shudders and utters delight
when you share its secrets
when you share its secrets
how Beethoven ravaged, savaged your heart
invading, vibrating a joyous ode across tiny ear drums
invading, vibrating a joyous ode across tiny ear drums
how your skin felt like silk when you dove into the ocean,
and the salt-flecked water blessed, caressed and ate you
and the salt-flecked water blessed, caressed and ate you
how your body worked to roll out another and another body,
sweating and pushing, pushing and sweating you bore them out
sweating and pushing, pushing and sweating you bore them out
then swooned at the scent of brand new-born
pouring into every open door your body owns
pouring into every open door your body owns
how you are stunned when you rise from a daydream
and your eyes run across the sky, immense, intense with clouds
how you glow when a little boy stops playing
to touch your cheek lightly, politely planting a kiss
how a river of pleasure runs through your nose when a rose
shrugs off its holy fragrance
shrugs off its holy fragrance
and oh,
feel how your heart pumped as you jumped on your bike
willing your eight year old legs to ride forever
willing your eight year old legs to ride forever
how you soared, when you stopped on the road to Yosemite, awed
and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars
and had to lie on the hood of the car to keep from falling into the stars
and how your heart sings in time with the birds
when spring arrives to banish, vanish winter
when spring arrives to banish, vanish winter
your body convulses and pulses with laughter,
tears flowing, you fall down on the floor
tears flowing, you fall down on the floor
when you think what an impossible joy-ride it has given you
ever since you climbed aboard at your naked, gasping birth.
ever since you climbed aboard at your naked, gasping birth.
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Published July 2014 - Bards Annual 2014 - A Poetry Anthology
Great poem Barbara! Sorry I have been absent getting to read around my favorites! Hope your basil babies are OK and the rest of your summer is peaceful! xo
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