hurricane

Sometimes evaporating waves set sail.

Dissipating energy settle into a molecule of thought,

The ocean swelling kisses towards the sun burnt sailors

Fading away into the air catching on currents.

the air boisterously coddle and plays,

water at her most benign.

air opens this new sea,

warm caresses cresting,

swirling pockets of breath

exhaled in wind,

enticing the ocean to rise,

pressing her rhythms allegro.

And then the dance begins.

past the horizon

the soul storm breaks
those waves settle down,
i watch the horizon glow crimson.

i don't know about your process,
but i have faith in mine -
the tickled laughter from the universe
snickered assurance.

tonight a friend brought me home
on a motorcycle.
ripening earth and jasmine
plume the air
exorcising the lungs
of all that gravity,
i float into my own
moving canvass
become the bike, the road,
the jasmine growing.

i don't know about tomorrow.
i heard many promises
and beautiful pictures painted
awaited there,
held fast,
always a distance off the horizon
like heaven promised to our suffering.
if i love jesus,
i'll be loved someday.
if i loved you,
someday you'd take the time
to return it.

nah, baby.
the universe rumbled in tail pipes
announcing my time.
i guess i'll meet you at the horizon
if i ever get there.
i'd promise, but there is enough broken.

~Broadway pink