Le Psychedelic

Barbara Schley blowing out bubbles
on the bottom of a swimming pool
lit by red light gleaming,
I have been there.
Oh Barbara baby.
Sea nymphs swimming in
a future aquatic Mars’ ocean.
Been there too.
Talking to walls
myself I did share with nothing
and crumbled,
bumbled,
found my way back.
Or another way,
a way of a moment.
That is my way,
our way,
these ways together,
a language of heaven,
here in our skin.
We die. Live. Die. Live.
Every single second.
A universe shorn and unshorn.
God. Righteous. Mystery.

Wiring Around My Heart

In the pet store
two hours after we had sex
a wry smile breaks on my face.
I think about savoring and tasting,
taking in your pussy and your soul,
your moans that release
your need for control
for a moment.
It’s a real pleasure to do that to you.
I can still taste you in my mouth,
breathe you in my nose.
Just the thought of it.
eases my blood pressure,
makes me feel like I’m on vacation.
It rivets my soul.
Makes me know that I’m a woman.
To be a woman is soulful.
Now on aisle twelve
I grab the prescription food
for my sixteen year old
gray-blue kitty cat.
I’m a good cat mom.
I love that little fucker so much.
The two of you
have wiring all around my heart.