NaPoWriMo 2013 # 6...

art by Erik Thor Sandberg ©

she stripped down my dream world fantasy

( a post Ostara poem )

wayside sugar shack

I want to stick around you for awhile

truck my tricks with a construction's insistence

spider vein crawl into my imagination

wiring my physical desire

to my own underground utilities

it was wet granite escarpment

the way she passed on by

rhinestones that shone, artificial sunlight

tracking in spotlights, on her breasts

she wore pasties, brilliant gold shields

they captured light, covered her areolas

with a million angled attraction

I took off my hat, carpenter disguised myself

as insects and mosses, I worked diligently

to avoid detection, my eyes screaming for more

there were little prayer stalls

with over hangs and cantilever roofs

each booth seemed almost instantaneously

raised to a place where one belt signed registry books

embarking a grotto trail filled with mysterious surrendered visions

things not usually fit for human eyes outside on the street

a remote place, nestled in a valley of mountains

somewhere, everything seemed a slow adapted moment

somewhere, memory forgets long enough to be treasured

I ask for orange juice and vodka with a touch of pomegranate

and take to a veranda, open mouthing the glass sky

I carry with me a notebook and black pen

lettering each smell, deep pines and raw pink Earth

she began to unlock folded surprises

one after the other, for this poet

dancing behind veils, eternity embraces stolen time

disrobing, I knelt by her pooled water, with blade and my erection

each part of this geometry, was another limb to kiss

another word, fit where we placed rhythm to bliss

another poem raced toward mounting our wild inside

another veil removed beacon-ed nearer 

to wanton soles and perfection to ride

EJR ©