I feel vibrations
That mimic waves
Crashing rhythmically
At a recurrent beat,
Languidly hypnotic
In its beguiling feat…
I see forms
In total freedom,
Taking human shape
Thru machinations
Of hands gigantic,
As they compose
Bodies interpose,
Crafted in the winds
Of godless times,
A chain of human lace
So light they float
Along a crested wave,
Searching for a place
To breathe of life…
Hence with rhythmic
Tossing dreamscape,
In an aberrant state
Cling to a downy link,
As I awake to sounds
Of a voice beyond the brink,
Grabs for her G-string lacy pink,
As her husband hollers slut
Hammers in a fury thus,
Upon my door held firmly shut!
A little humour,
for a friend’s errant ways!
A whole different picture was painted. Had quite an impact. Bravo!
Yes Paulette, absolutely a different picture. Impact for sure after some three dozen or so prior life pictures that deal rather seriously with, if I may, a mixture of emotional exchanges… While “Rhythms” makes out to be a serious study of sorts, is a set-up. Little boys must have their fun once in a bit. I’m glad you liked the change of pace.
Jean-Jacques