Sweet pulse muscle moves
me onward up hill
climbing days
let’m come
Leg churning piston drives
open sky breeze shifting
feather touching
let’m come
Powered legs raise me standing
unflinching unbowed vision
clear sighted I say
let’m come
Let me spit shine some words for a ramble
on this page words my words be
rhythms set free they walk stride skip
carrying you along for how long
we’ve yet to see remember
to breathe now breathe
necessary you
know
She
turns words
loose in me
gentle soft travelers
sent across all of her
being in deep amatory
movement wandering
her sweet configurations
in velvet darkness
feather tasting
undulating shapes
I’d believe
unreal if
I wasn’t
awake.
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for a dream
I am glad you’re alive,
sweet ears listening from afar.
I can see you, out there!
I can send my words loving
you full length, all depth and wonder.
I can see you, out there!
On the crest of every sunrise,
and every sunset too.
I do not fear
the word or experience sensual.
So much of life is.
This cool crisp sweet-breezy morning,
a tasty being,
all senses dance.
These are my words
dancing with the day.
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 